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there is beauty in all things

in all the stages of their lives

we are growing out our wings

reaching up, we learn to fly.


this is a little poem i thought up while walking home from school with a hot drink. its about dandelions going to seed but maybe something else??? i don't know, but hopefully i'll find a good place for this little rhyme. a song, maybe?? a bigger poem?? im not so sure about line 2 because it doesn't really rhyme with line 4, but i like the way it reads. i know there's not much to critique, but leave somet if you have any

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