Automation Poem by RIC BASTASA

Automation



a seed that falls to the ground
from a dead, rotten fruit
cracks its covering and
sprouts

a tight bud soon
from a stalk opens up to become
a full blooming flower
with petals proud and
dignified

and so must you girl
be the seed and the bud
and be the full flower that you can be
in full automation

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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