Can I?

Can I? short poem

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Can I be, a seed that is left in the wild?
Probably to sprout or just be as it is
And not sprout.
Can I be, a dewdrop on a wild flower?
Left to be drunk by a bee or just is as it is
And be passionately kissed by the Sun.
Can I be, a teardrop, rolling down?
Unknowingly disappearing on to the chest or
Just be as it is.
Can I be, that pain, deep down left to stay right there?
Stuck in your throat or
Just be as it is.
Can I be, that last breath, which seems confused at times?
Trying to convey many unspoken, unfulfilled thoughts,
Or can I just be as it is …that last breath.

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