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A little bud Waiting to bloom Let it be the firs

A little bud 
Waiting to bloom 
Let it be the first 
To live a life on crust
To feel the roughness of sand
To walk on the heat of land
To survive among strong waves
To reach the darkest caves
But above all
To spread its heavenly smell
To learn morality in hell #poemsbynancy
A little bud 
Waiting to bloom 
Let it be the first 
To live a life on crust
To feel the roughness of sand
To walk on the heat of land
To survive among strong waves
To reach the darkest caves
But above all
To spread its heavenly smell
To learn morality in hell #poemsbynancy