A silent choice

For some reason,
you become my child—
like a heaven tree
conceives her seeds.

Stars and stones,
satisfaction and soreness,
you become the one
shining in my floral cup.

I want to tell you—
besides roots,
wings you grow.

And for this reason,
I let you go.

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