| Open Poetry #38 |
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Seed of Life. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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Like wind blown parched soil, dry to breezes burn, my life is unstable. Come rain, fall and bring my life together, form a mud ball, to hold solid with maybe a seed secreted inside, dormant,waiting for the conditions to burst, to form the magnolia tree of love and peace. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
oh, I'll be keeping this one, Phil. It is exquisite. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
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Kacy thank you.for your kind words..please keep and read at any time.. Goldenrose. |
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