Wednesday, 16 January 2019

And when you spoke
aeons of the silence of the earth
stirred
in their mystical depth.
Seeds buried
suddenly spoke,
"The life may slumber deep
in the shadows of diurnal rounds,
but when the moment comes
the seeds stir, spring,
and silently
in a span of a night
the earth parts her lips.
What was lying below
now shines above.
The bowels of the earth and the crust divide,
a forest blooms
with thousand seeds."

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