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Originally Posted by FoxTracks
Innocence was burnt away,
But recovered from seeds sewn, long ago.
I water the garden and smell the air,
I put out fires and I try to share.
I salted the earth,
And nothing grew.
What a long and hungry winter.
There was nothing I could do
Till spring came again
Like it always does.
So I sow my seeds,
It's such a wonderful day!
I listen to the sound of silence,
And wish for nothing more.
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Salt sells for those who
Need it's nourishment.
Spring resumes asking us to -
Fear not death -
Rebuild and start again.
In the space of freedom, silence and
Love...
Everything grows.
Your poetry is a joy to read, Foxtracks.