May it bloom from within like a ripe flower bud
Gently caressed to life by the new spring sun.
May it fount from our lips like the river source
Cracks through the Earth, impelled by gratitude.
May it not be used as a trading card,
Or as bargaining chip used to appease our expectations.
To quench the invisible thirst for validation
That too often we ask others to care for
And have forgotten to do so ourselves.
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