Like a ghost whisper, the rain taps on my window, looking up seeking lights reflective rainbow.
Ive been a seed resting in the earth. Dormant. Dreaming. Your light stirs, you have given me what I need. Something cracks, roots birth in the fertile dark. Inching deeper so I may grow in the light.
From the seed of a gentle hand planted on Brigid’s day. I begin in a new growing ray of light cast on me.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
Like a ghost whisper, the rain taps on my window, looking up seeking lights reflective rainbow.
Ive been a seed resting in the earth. Dormant. Dreaming. Your light stirs, you have given me what I need. Something cracks, roots birth in the fertile dark. Inching deeper so I may grow in the light.
From the seed of a gentle hand planted on Brigid’s day. I begin in a new growing ray of light cast on me.
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