Then I would not have been able to grow.
I would have been stagnant,
The water never to flow.
Then I would not have been able to learn.
I would have been a wet cloud,
Left under the sun to burn.
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Poetry#132 in poetry {as of may 31 2016} ×× poetry from the soul quotes from the heart spontaneous art from the being ❄
