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The Blossoming

The blossoming Eternal.

It rains across the surface.

The growth, the Love,

The Blossoming,

Is Always there for Service.

We Rise and Shine by the morning Light,

and bring our Hearts, Souls, and Minds.

We blossom Together in a Forever falling Spring,

and as we hit the surface,

We Merge with what’s Within.

Grey Feather on the, autumn

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