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Planted in eternity’s soil.

“They tried to bury us, they didn’t know we were seeds.”
― Dinos Christianopoulos

I keep my brave face on
but memories gush forth
from my eyes.
I’m no deaths head at a feast
but between the lines
I’m no hero either!
I feel anger
I get hurt
and when no one listens
I feel misunderstood.

But in me
there’s a spirit
that cannot die,
there’s an awareness
that flies in the face of grief,
It reaches down
it holds a space,
it’s the love
that cannot be replaced.

I’ve seen you through
a butterfly’s eyes,
that tender touch
that no one sees,
I pretend to be alright,
but secretly I’m broken,
secretly I weep
for all the dreams that died.

But Jah knows
and the angels call me worthy.
There are sweet songs
of surrender on my lips
and my tears water the grounds
of what I’m yet to become..
holy seeds sprouting
in eternity.. 

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I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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