December 8, 2004

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  -Original Work_

  
  

  “The Seed”

  
  

  I huddle within myself

  
  

  A seed shivering in the cold, hard soil

  
  

  Awaiting the day when the snow’s retreat

  
  

  And the sun beckons me to grow.

  
  

  It has been a long winter

  
  

  Full of hope, full of waiting

  
  

  Waiting to see what light looks like

  
  

  Hoping to catch a glimpse of its rumored beauty.

  
  

  How I ache within my shell,

  
  

  Wishing I could feel more than

  
  

  Cold upon my face

  
  

  Wishing I could be held by more than

  
  

  My own hands

  
  

  Wishing I could taste more than

  
  

  The salt of my tears

  
  

  Hear more than

  
  

  My cry

  
  

  Smell more than

  
  

  My decay

  
  

  See more than

  
  

  My own face in the mirror.

  
  

  Love, take this quivering seed.

  
  

  Plant it within your evergreen lands,

  
  

  The eternal spring.

  
  

  Watch me blossom

  
  

  In your benevolent hands.

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