Seeds will live once in my room

Always listening to horror tales of the ground.

I feared for its children

Living the bondage their mother tied to their hearts.

Water was a leaving neighbor

Whose travels became pilgrim as ancient

I feared for its companion

who gave it bed to lie whenever the ground was wet

Fear was the only survivor

During the wars of words and swords

I feared for its proud regret

that left sprinkles of hope lurking in the midst of a furious muse.

Home used to love poems delivered

When songs became war, loss or just pain.

I feared for its lack of memory,

Its only sibling was in a pool of blood beside a tree, pen and you.



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