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in the garden called life...
My plant garden is where
I water my soul
The loving of myself
it finally has a role
in the horticulture of my life.
These seeds that I planted,
I never thought they would grow;
I could only wish
that someday they'd start to flourish
and start to flow.
I used to view myself as the weed,
but to call myself that
here would be a slur
as I spin round and round
in my blossoming blur.
© VIDHI VALLECHHA
I water my soul
The loving of myself
it finally has a role
in the horticulture of my life.
These seeds that I planted,
I never thought they would grow;
I could only wish
that someday they'd start to flourish
and start to flow.
I used to view myself as the weed,
but to call myself that
here would be a slur
as I spin round and round
in my blossoming blur.
© VIDHI VALLECHHA
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