The sweet smells rising up From newly wet dirt Where she digs bare feet The moist feel brings comfort Here is where she will plant Her soul deep down inside Channeling from the ground Inside growth beautified Rising and rising Upwards she will grow Until in an explosion Her true colors will show
Today’s poem is an octave with a xaxa xbxb xcxc rhyming scheme.
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