This is how I would interpret your words... Green sprout upon a withered limb, shy glance upon the sun Unfolding at your mistress whim, a new birth yet begun No blossoms as yet, grace your stem, your beauty shines unseen a slumbering bud deep within, glorious scent and sheen Awake sweet silent bud, unfold come forth for it is spring awaken to you Mistres touch, scatter your precious seed the winds are blowing, not to spoil, but to carry by hand your fertile seed from un-tilled soil, and barren wasted land.
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