SuziCate's Musings

Naked Truth

Roots beneath dark soil sprout and rise to meet the sun; yearnings come to light. What was meant to be finds voice and form to exist and claim its birthright.

Roots beneath dark soil
sprout and rise to meet the sun;
yearnings come to light.
What was meant to be
finds voice and form to exist
and claim its birthright.

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