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A bud,
timid,
breaks open into the world,
curious if the sun will shine today.
From the depths of dormancy,
to rise,
requires an audacity,
immeasurable boldness,
treasured only in vulnerability.

The poem,
from the depth of my emotions,
comes to wonder,
if the shine of your acceptance
will be the reward;
wondering,
not knowing,
brave and timid all the same.

Every instance
of a bud breaking,
a poem speaking,
a hand seeking another
is an instance
when beauty is self-sufficient
in vulnerability and needs nothing else.