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The flower unfolds in the cool spring morning,

when the sun begins to kiss the dew,

ever so imperceptibly,

the petals expose their soft beauty to the sky, the rain, the wind,

and the bees.

Or like the car torn into by the tree,

tearing metal and shattering glass,

sharing it’s death with a child,

so a heart is torn open,

so perceptibly,

exposing it’s soft beauty to the world

with all it’s suffering and beauty.