#941-Promise


With every passing day,

A bond,

I never imagined,

Grows.

Strong,

Yet fragile,

In its essence.

Without care,

It may wither,

Like any tiny sprout.

Grow with me,

Little flower.

I won’t fly away.

Promise.

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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