Ted Blue


Outgrowth - Poem by Ted Blue

I am a seed, drifting with the wind,
and your my destined end.
I am a needing plant, you are fertile soil,
and you nourish my thirsting roots.
You are the source of my growth, I am dependent,
when I finally blossom, I hope to represent my origination.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013


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