Pollinating Passion
To all the dead flowers your colors remain;
The future is budding with an echoed hue,
there is a glimpse in the cleansing rain;
Trapped inside you’re fed to a sundew
energy transformed but still it grows;
Generations will come to know you;
A relentless spirit does not decompose,
held by others it’s amplified and lives on;
Your aura becomes even more grandiose;
Pollinating your passion is the mission,
mastering this ability one in a million.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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