Tiny Seeds

A tiny seed 

falls on fertile land

takes root

Just

The waters come

The winds blow

and the tides of life

Take it in “another 

direction”

Tiny seeds need love to grow

walls of blood

to hold onto

to feed off on

when the love dies

changes

the seed is flushed 

away

and the

walls remain empty

tiny seeds

tiny seeds 

seek a place to call home

 

 

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