seeds impregnate the earth whispering and loving its children grown among the wandering souls each morning in spring where it is quiet where we sit in silence to behold the morning sun
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A cloud is born From river’s edge As rain begins to fly The sun leaks out From building gaps As clouds and clear-sky mix I seek a bridge A makeshift roof To hide and keep me dry But then I see A mother mad— Her …
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