someone walked over a lit candle in a brass anvil to greet me asking the plant to forgive again
on most mornings i ask krishna to turn the plant back into sita
the faint light is enough if we are content as a plant
someone will walk the plant outside once the sun is out
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pale lime green leaves
it was once a sprout in the garden
a bottle of water for a foliar mist
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