Life


Within the narrowing halls of my mind
Somewhere between the quiet and the loud
A seed is planted
I water it everyday
Through March, April to May
The sun frequently visits when you are near
The darkness of the night chases away its fears
The blood that flows within me
Keeps it alive
Washes it of its crimes
I know by the end of June it will become
Something as strong as liquor or rum
Through its life span
From seed to blossom to fruit to wine
My mind has never been so kind
As to create life divine

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