SEED

Down deep within my soul

Passed down from generations old

Lies a seed that’s been foretold

Things used

Later abused

Against the odds

Fated to loose

The seed’s been planted

 

It grabs hold

Diminishing the deepest soul

From start to finish

Over and over again

It’s a plant that never ends

 

Helen Rich

 

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