The Sprout of Fortitude

Who said they could never live?

One must exist through the consumption of reality

Waiting for the water.

Then again what seed is not to be patience?

After being unraveled, plowed, then mineralized.

True substance:

Without light, nothing.

Without water, nothing.

So how quick to splash one,

When another was already rinsed or soaked

In preparation of bloom?..................




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