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Born in spring, near mothers day...
Some years I’ve spent,
with-ering away.
Like the leaves of fall, meet with decay...
Smell of rot ; naked trees,
The soil black, like seeds need ...
In the dark the youngling feeds,
on tears so blue,
they can’t recede...
For the sun shines golden!
Grow up! to seek...
To mix the colors….
Be born new, green
Wholeness so true,
who would think a grave,
would breed something new. ...
There’s a chorus that brings fuel.
Colors that bind,
become, what feeds you.
It’s all just mental…
Your sadness, I see through,
Clothes drip black, yet;
There’s a garden you’ll be led to...
If you flow like water,
Heed to the sun’s truth.
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