a poem

is your dream
as quiet as can be
as sleepy as the sea
way down where you can’t see
is it just a dream
a tiny little seed
waiting to be seen
it could be anything

sun lights the inner fire
burns the desire
you will move
if you choose
or drown
in the ground

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