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March 24, 2009
By Rachel Zill GOLD, Omaha, Nebraska
Rachel Zill GOLD, Omaha, Nebraska
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I am the seedling that sprouts conversation with earth,
the stem who settles upon tickling grass.
I am the leaves whose shade shelter forgotten ants,
the bud whose soul is folded upon layers.
I am the petals that bloom with rays of sun,
the flower sprung from soil and quenched with rain.
I am the rose by any other name who’d smell as sweet,
but any other name pronounces sweeter to me.

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