What Grows from Words
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We speak.
Little bylittle,
our words settle like seeds.
Some disappear with the wind.
Others remain unseen,
waiting quietly beneath the surface.
And one day,
without our noticing,
something begins to grow.
ๆฅๆฌ่ช
ไบบใฏ่จ่ใไบคใใใใจใง、 ๅฐใใใคใไบใใๅฝขไฝใ。 ใใใฆๆฐใฅใใๆใซใฏ、 ๆๅใซใฏๅญๅจใใชใใฃใไฝใใ็ใพใใฆใใ。
