Whole person

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Like petals on the forest floor
not abandoned and left to be forgotten
but with a mission to nurture the earth
with my blossoms that are leaving
one cycle to enter another
my mission can not be complete
without the passage of time
some drops of rain
and the seeds I left
in the ground seasons passed
that hold the memory of
my genetic make-up
to become again a flower
to take in the sun
to give back in all it's glory
a bouquet more complete than the last.

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