Seeds

Seeds

The seeds that look like words
put down in you so gently

Are waiting for the wind and clouds,
the snow, the hail and frost.

The shell is hard and takes its time
and waits for what’s in store

and suddenly there bursts
what was concealed inside

and that will find its way
in your infinity …

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