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change flowers growing Poetry

Words…

Bursting out. Like the sun from behind a cloud…

Words
Not given their expression

Not given a chance to be examined,  considered safely in a
Loving, gracious

Environment

Come pouring forth
Hot lava 

Scalding those in their path
Leave behind a trail of
Wounded  

Astounded by their power
Left powerless in their wake.

Wishing they had been born

in some gentler fashion

Untimely christmas cactus blooms

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