The afterthought born and sown in seeds
waving anxiously through the grains
begging, breathing, beginning
upward searching towering seething
yawning longings hampering
newlywed seconds
tousled in ribbons yanking
sprouting delightable steps
onward breathlessly
Hampering to flickering sights
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