tenderness is a virtue
that extends from the sundew
from the wilting to the newborn offsprings
of the sweet-pea harmonious outspringit's the greatest force of nature
found in petrichor carried by the vapor
that fills up your lungs after a day of labor
as you slumber in aesculapian chambersit's our orphic realism
found in nature's own womb of etherealism
that nurtures us in the midst of unseen realities
of falsities and mortality
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Throes of Spring ✔️
Poetry[FEATURED] godhood is just like girlhood: a begging to be believed