almost

almost

in full bloom, a teenager at best

almost

perfection, longing for love

from the birds a sweet suckleness

almost

bittersweet, from the bees

tip toeing across her innocence they meet

she is almost

wild

almost

sought after

beautiful blossoming here ever after

glowing

almost

radiant, to honor her mother

forcing lyrics from another

a poetic dither waiting just hither

for one more sunbeam

to fulfill her dream

for she is

almost

Glory

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