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My mind is pregnant
with ideas
that I give birth to
on the page.
not carried to
full term,
some lie stillborn
never to age.
Your eyes
breathe life
into them,
wake them,
from the dormancy
of my subconscious,
to germinate in yours
where they flower,
hybrids of understanding
and acceptance
that grow in the
fertile ground of
empathy and compassion,
watered by the fluidity
of consideration.
M. Zane McClellan
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