the seeds

the fields brown grass reminds of tall tasks

flowers not yet weeping
seeds buried deep
awaiting the stars signal

to start creeping

toward the light on the other side
where crimson colored apples
and white-washed cotton candy

fill the skies

they are the seeds
made out of the kindest touch
and a whole lot of hope and love


A shorter version of this poem is also available on Twitter.

Photo by Bessi, Pixabay


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