Drops of sunshine
Moon and rain
Drip down my arm
In sync with pain
They sink to the ground
Like seeds in dirt
They sprout up
Through the hurt
They grow petals
And start to bloom
I know this pain
Will be over soon
I look down
At what grew
From old pain
Comes a start brand new.
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