Found Poetry 591

3/14/21

as a guest to the earth, we are saplings
in the spring, with ribbons of green
the pragmatic stem, some broken
from hope in dirt sunken
we only reached for one thing
when we accept our path we open

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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