Rich, black soil
All around.
I cup my ear to hear the sound.
Of your voice,
Neither near or far.
You’ve left me standing
With a diamond in a jar.
You say,
“You reap just what you sow.”
Then tell me how long
Till my garden grows?
Cuz I am continuously
Falling down;
Planting my diamonds
In the ground.
Maybe one day they’ll
Grow into a tree.
And sprout diamonds
From every leaf.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Rich, black soil
All around.
I cup my ear to hear the sound.
Of your voice,
Neither near or far.
You’ve left me standing
With a diamond in a jar.
You say,
“You reap just what you sow.”
Then tell me how long
Till my garden grows?
Cuz I am continuously
Falling down;
Planting my diamonds
In the ground.
Maybe one day they’ll
Grow into a tree.
And sprout diamonds
From every leaf.
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