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.




ๆ—ฅๆœฌ่ชž


ไบบใฏ่จ€่‘‰ใ‚’ไบคใ‚ใ™ใ“ใจใง、

ๅฐ‘ใ—ใšใคใŠไบ’ใ„ใ‚’ๅฝขไฝœใ‚‹。

ใใ—ใฆๆฐ—ใฅใ„ใŸๆ™‚ใซใฏ、

ๆœ€ๅˆใซใฏๅญ˜ๅœจใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹。

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