I don't know
what comes or goes
only time
will show
when we wake
will we feel
the same
as yesterday?
if you leave
I will dream
of flying free
loving me
a seed begins
untouched, unseen
below the earth
miraculously.
can I wait
and let it rise
or let it fall
to be or die
by wind or rain
or sun or sky
but not my own
will make its life
and with my hands
instead
I'll fly....
can I trust
that it will be
what it will be
unknown to me.
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