Seeds of love
By Kean
Riber
What are we
but seeds in soil?
Waiting for
the rays of love,
To make us
in beauty grow.
Stretching t’wards
the skies,
Yearning for
rain of peace,
While hardship
we undergo.
What are we
but flowers of life?
When giving
peace and love,
Our leaves
allowed to glow.
Sprinkling
seeds of joy,
Dancing with
bees in lust,
A new seed in
soil we sow.
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