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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Forget-me-not when I wander past you on the canal side, When dozens of you fairies guide me on my way. Wave me through the wind in a massive blue tide, As you evolve into a great ocean all at once. Let my hands run through your rosette clusters, Soft purity that cushions me like a cloud. Your indigo paint drips onto my fingertips, Washing my hands in your tender faith. Forget-me-not when I find you as a hidden gem.
A mouse ear peeking from grey-furred leaves. They may just be a few of you coiled in a stem With your offspring, bearing petals of butter and milk. Starting June, you elongate, unfurl and fluoresce, Bearing your nourishing fruit of tulip-shaped pods, For you are mother and child of the hill side and lake, For you are nature’s wild spirit rebirthing since time. Forget-me-not when there’s no more blue. Forget-me-not when I forget you. Comments are closed.
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