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My Sensitive Child



I planted a seed and watched it grow.

It fought the breeze like a tornado, felt the gentle rain like a storm and heard the leaves whisper like thunderbolts.

Butterfly Wings would knock you down inside.

I watched others around you, not feeling the force of it all quite like you.

One day you will no longer swim against the tide.

You will ride the waves and the tears will be mine.

Because your nature is beautiful.

Because you are strong.

I will help you see that the earth can be moved by you instead.

As you move me,

my sensitive child.


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