Delicately Sweet

From its death bed

my heart bled

four years back then

i took it upon my thumb

to nurture back this lank

of a stick – no matter what

and four summers hence
pouring out love and care

a resurrection, a karma of sort

in the pink of health

she blooms to the edges

spiraling to her rafters

i no longer wept

but sip my morning coffee

so delicately sweet

on my summer’s onset

March.17.2017

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