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One-two-one-two-three. The clock seems to evade me. Killing the tiny nature to tree. One-two-one-two. Petals of lost art flew. Reminding me of you. One-two-one. What have I won? There's nowhere to run! One-two. This is new. I can see you. One One sprout is what it takes. For me to become awake. I watch and see - blindly. There is no more to see. I have found it - finally. Resting among our things. Tired, but remaining. Solely - and waning. A whisper, of breaths past. The first and maybe last. Of our dream awakening. I will bring you back, song-ring. Though you fade between everything.
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Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 5:11 PM UTC
The little whisper
It was a sprout of love, Which was build upon a dove. You could not see it anywhere, But inside your heart elsewhere. It was a feeling of eternity, But to feel it you needed integrity. It could march upon the land of barren, And turn it into the utopian manhattan. The flowers of the love sow in your heart, Get flown out to the field of heaven lot. Hearing your voice, Would be a great path to the land of heaven to rejoice. With just having the thought of yours, Would give me a trip to midnight york.
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:42 AM UTC
A Sprout of Love
I used to think that this storm would last forever That the grey skies would haunt me day and night But ever since that fateful day we met After the incessant rain, a sprout is sure to bloom. © Johnre Gabo, 2025
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Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
A Sprout of Hope
There was an old legendary myth about a Dear Little Sprout One who watches over mortals since The Creation up until throughout Lurking from within numerous gardens as we all turnabout Protecting those he deems good despite most mortals having such doubt Dear Little Sprout can tell who's good and evil Even acknowledging those who he deems neutral Guiding Good and Punishing Evil as individuals Giving advice for Neutral and hearing out their personal visual Little did they know that the Dear Little Sprout has a big secret One that he considers as the most deepest That being he's more than just a symbolic fairy tale But rather he's a Young Nature God with a hopeful prevail He took the form a green-haired teenage boy Surrounded by various flowers that's filled with so much joy Roses, Daisies, Sunflowers, and many more he enjoys The Dear Little Sprout, Herb, is always seen with such adorable poise Sweet Little Herb shall spread happiness and love For the sake of guiding and protecting everyone like a kind dove Holding the Light of Creation in the form of the flower With his love from those he's close to fills him with passionate power Together we bring love like the roses in the garden As we shine on similar to the daisies that was pardoned We shall be as strong as the sunflowers from the proverb The Dear Little Sprout, Our Sweet Little Herb
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Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 8:20 AM UTC
Dear Little Sprout 🪴
sky, a sea; the sun is a ship sinking slowly into slumber & i’m a seed sleeping on soiled sheets, sproutless, seeking the solace of silence, the nascence of night— the delight in drawing dreams from dust to dusk into day into divinity; in withdrawing to the wild and wondrous womb of waking.
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Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
on earth
I wonder How to plan trees. Sow and plant seeds. How we could listen Instead of talk. How i could show A bean, a beanstalk. How we might one day grow From raindrops to mighty oaks. Is it always you and me? Asks an acorn of a tree. Is it just you and I Going someplace Side by side? It takes roots to rise, And courage to thrive. So let the wind, A breath, a sigh, Sweep you up. The world is much brighter If you fall far from my side.
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Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
Acorn Rising
It's 9:20 and my money is on the fact that you don't give a **** guess I saw it coming but I'm tired of running from everything that passes your lips Fight-or-flight keeping me awake half the night pay up or get out, living in a state of constant drought & listening to whatever ******** you're on about slow work, waiting for grass to sprout, but I guess we've had it handed to us, gotta reap what our ancestors have planted for us, even if the seed is bad can't be much worse than the days I've had.
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Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
bad seed
*             ***The                             arrival                     of                          monsoon, sprouting        begins on parched, deserted land and on the heart too......*** ♂♀
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Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
Monsoon sprouts
I am here in the hazy light of a new dawn writing to you. You and I here alone is like floating in a soft piano nocturne. Gliding over the keys with natural finesse is a taste of heaven. Here in this muted light with you in mind a privilege no less than being in the majestic presence of loving and friendly royalty. Writing to you from the inner reaches of my heart is a journey more precious than the emerald landscape I can see to the far horizon of this new day. The freshness of this moment basking in our love is a tiny sprout greeting blessed light thrilled with the sticky twining of its new life. It is good being here alive with you. Written 7-19-18
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
Writing to You
sky, benign cry for life,that roots ever for, interstellar sprouts!
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 2:09 AM UTC
Interstellar life forms
I am that fragrant thought, still alive, as a seed,one of nature's wonder that sprout in a season not expected, in your mind in a blue moon night. Though we loved and lost without knowing reasons and sans any regret, We still would be probing for errors, in the book of accounts love never can keep. You were left alone for long, yet moved by love that caressed your heart with such intensity only once, that made possible many flights together with moon beams as wings of fantasy. But that was before the tsunami hit, just a memory now,but would last long! Now, here the magic happens again, as musky fragrance hovered in the west wind,stirring passions, I can't understand the dynamics of this: somehow a beam of light hit, my being telling me about, your plight in a flash and our hearts melted together,beating making shrink the distance between us! We touched each other's heart,felt love traveling at the  speed of light. The world suddenly looks a place brighter, What if we wouldn't meet even once, hereafter.
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:53 AM UTC
Love sprouts from a seed left buried deep..
Yearning for sunlight In this warm summer daydream My stem reaches out From the moist earth around me Into the sunshine I reach out for the heavens Just learning to sprout In the breath of the morning Down by the river With the crisp air around me I  bask in the glow In the still of the daylight Warmed by its bright rays Mesmerized by the dewdrops I can now cast my shadow
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Sprout (Choka)
Ideas caress my mind warm sun, old red bricks words sprout and lift petals, blue wings..
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC
Flow
Sprout Again The flowers , all bright Spreading the scent Roots that penetrated Into the deep mysteries And the tender green leaves Danced with the spring showers Nothing is no more Left with the body More of a skeleton All alone and all vibrance lost Yet , the soul remains in the memories Of the full bloom days of the past spring There seems no spring anymore Every spring that left Will never be recovered Yet , sprout and bloom , sprout again !
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Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
Sprout Again !
just like the flowers i must lose something to become beautiful again. now here i am growing. you thought i was dead didn't you?
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
sprout
Starry night comes to take both of us to kiss with flair To allow all lovely flowers of youth to bloom to sprout Love explores beauty step by step and layer after layer Let all the rivals embrace miserable death full of doubt My beloved Let me take you on to be my heart and soul Let me kiss and caress you to taste the reality of prime Let not love in broken pieces but take the affair as whole Let us be on the edge of eternity to cross barriers of time Beauty is what attracts eyes in one glance to take chance Love is like fire which engulfs whatever comes on its way On land on sky and where ever it goes it takes to dance My beloved I love you, I love you this is what I always pray Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
To Bloom To Sprout
Your sensual graces make the quest for romance When you open up like bottle of wine give chance To celebrate beauty in company of love to dance Being clever my sweetheart I never miss a chance Let me take your wine through taste of your lips Your juicy apples ask me to take very many trips Your attractive alluring curves take heart in grips Soul is at liberty to take wine of beauty for sips My princess white robe suits to graces and charm My piercing eyes make my soul and heart warm Let me take you to kiss and caress as real norm Spring is in bloom sprout flowers there is no harm Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 2:43 AM UTC
Sprout Flowers
*Every step gathers a little more, giving every life its own lore. Thoughts sprout and begin to grow, from a matrix that was built centuries ago.*
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Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
Sprout
I found a bean in my room Hope that means I'll be leaving soon If I plant it in my carpet And put an X to mark it Maybe if I sow Maybe it will grow And have a great stock And for a moment I'll just stand and gawk Maybe it will grow into the sky Past where the birds fly Up past the clouds Where humans are not allowed Then like my old friend Jack I'll pack me a sack Then I'll start my climb Up that big sturdy vine At the top I wonder what I'll find Will it be peace of mind Will my giants all be slayed Will I finally be unafraid I want to be above the grind And all of mankind So I planted my bean and watered it well You can see it's starting to grow and swell The roots start to snake Making my floor quake But it didn't grow up, but sideways instead I looked at it with dread Even my daydreams Are not as they seem But nightmares ensues My lovely dark muse
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
Daydream Fairytale
There was a lone light hanging above the butcher block in the kitchen and when the wind would blow too hard against the cedar shake shell, the house would let out an exasperated sigh—swinging the bulb hanging beneath the metal lampshade from the cord where it sprouted from the ceiling.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
Light bulb pt. 2