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A Philodendron Cradles its Young
A philodendron cradles its young,
a winter's bud in February thaw.
Spring calls, its ancient rhyme of no-time
sings of days gone by.
Buds, with petals palm to palm, echo a reassurance song
of blossoms locked in heart-leaf care
as unborn babes evoke blessings soon to come.
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