"A bomb of beauty and soul."

Writings

collect seeds

Collect

cherished seeds,

from out-stretched limbs,

the humble hands of fated flowers,

promising new growth.

Collect

our inheritance

of weary words from ancient tongues,

our living veins, our lengthy names,

each one a unique story

our ancestral pain,

uplifted shame,

traversing time,

pressing, fervent,

against the fleeting fabric of our lives,

straining to be heard.

Collect

the wailing moan of those in mourning,

the lilting melody witnessing a new dawn,

the enduring chant of those for whom,

hope is a means of survival.

 

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