Spring:A Poem by HannahA short musing on the physical nature of becoming a woman, and growing old as one.
in bloom
like the huge layered leaves that cover the once spindly little tree and when the leaves bloom..... ...................... ...................... fruit grows. And fruit falls.
© 2010 HannahAuthor's Note
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Added on May 16, 2010 Last Updated on May 16, 2010 Author
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