
At first...
You stayed quiet...
In your own cocoon of safety, scared that you might get hurt...
But over time...
You grew...
You started to open up...
A whisper in the wind...
A yell in the thunder...
But they will never tell my secrets...
Cry in my pillow...
Cry in the rain...
But they will never mock my tears...
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My folks have a Christmas cactus that's been in the family over 100 years, and I've even grown my own from its clippings, but neither have ever bloomed as fully and with as much vivid color as this -- wow!
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