Sprouts

Sprouts

A Poem by Fire&Ice
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A piece reflecting the feeling of longing.

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I am a baby rabbit, 
pale-white and cold. 
Curled into a little ball, 
I shiver. 
Flecks of snow
spread on my whiskers. 
An arid wind blows
and rustles my fair fur. 
My small stomach grumbles,
aching for some food. 
A sprout spears up
from the hard ground. 
I blink and blink
but the sprout does not disappear. 
What is your name, sprout? 
How long have you been there?

© 2012 Fire&Ice


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Added on October 9, 2012
Last Updated on October 9, 2012
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