A pregnant bud
Poised so to burst
To feel the sun
Its role rehearsed
Within its essence
Lives the will
But leaves of green
Occlude it still
The petals push
Against their walls
Aching to spread
Destiny calls
But what comes after
Realization
All those thoughts
Cause hesitation
But if n’er she shows
Her silken suit
She’ll not have borne
The sweetest fruit
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