the seeds

the fields brown grass reminds of tall tasks flowers not yet weepingseeds buried deepawaiting the stars signal to start creeping toward the light on the other sidewhere crimson colored applesand white-washed cotton candy fill the skies they are the seedsmade out of the kindest touchand a whole lot of hope and love A shorter version […]

the seeds

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