Plant

March 3, 2011
By Hannahleh BRONZE, Abilene, Texas
Hannahleh BRONZE, Abilene, Texas
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We leave a print,
Everlasting rain.
A seed of thought
In someone's brain.
Yet after death,
Faded, no pain,
This seed of thought,
Is now the main.
This vine, it grows,
Defines terrain.
Planted by you,
Inside one's brain.


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