Let's seeds of sadness fall
for only what I water
will grow.
Let tired flowers wilt
before cold winds
blow petals of old away.
May the ground
take its beauty back
and wait for warmer days
when I will water
smiling seeds under summer skies.
And only after Their spring
would I be content
leaving dry lands,
And on that day
let me give back
what wilted petals paid
to me.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
Let's seeds of sadness fall
for only what I water
will grow.
Let tired flowers wilt
before cold winds
blow petals of old away.
May the ground
take its beauty back
and wait for warmer days
when I will water
smiling seeds under summer skies.
And only after Their spring
would I be content
leaving dry lands,
And on that day
let me give back
what wilted petals paid
to me.
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