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Wendy Flora Member
since 2000-01-11
Posts 182Virginia |
While walking on the sand one day I thought I saw a glimmer of gold. So I picked it up, and put it in my heart. I kept it there, allowing it to go to seed To live and grow into a healthy vine. I waited for your water, thinking it near Waiting for the rain I was sure was just Beyond the hill. But it has not come. I hear it is raining over the mountains. And so, instead of waiting for it to die Of thirst, sadly I trampled my vine. Knowing that once rain has fallen Elsewhere, it cannot come to me. My vine will die eventually, but The seed is still there. Sadly, I do Not have the strength to dig it up, and Cast it back, because wherever I look, There is only sand… and no more gold. |
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He Junior Member
since 2001-01-15
Posts 41 |
Intersting POV. Sadly hurt shows through and through. Yet perhaps, just perhaps, the waters of life are unlimited: not defined or denied to one, or one area. The seeds of life sprout unbeckoned it seems, in places that defy mankind's wisdom or supposed insight. You need not feel yourself denied Plant your seed in fertile ground. Which you, and only you decide. |
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