Megan Riddles Poems

A seed I am.
A seed I was.
Look how I have grown in natures splendor!
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I shield myself from the world,
using hands of transparent make,
to act as a veil to cover this face,
of frozen life behind an ebon bliss.
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I feel your life in me,
Like a winters breeze that's turned to spring.
I hear your voice within my heart,
Beating near the tune of mine as it grows.
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