Nurturing Lungs

Nurturing Lungs short poem

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A spoonful of sugar melts into his tea
And how perfectly made they are
My nurturing soul is utterly satisfied
While his lungs let go of the tar

“If that balloon pops, I shall cry
I already feel just like an ice cream”
The poor boy begs from where he lay
His tears fall softly like a stream

A bud has awoken next to a flower
A flower with soft violet petals
It’s deep and rich colour will guide the bud
As I guide the poor boy with my nettles

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