Seed

From a soil so sere lived,
a tiny lonely seed.
She burst forth her way
through the darkness in dismay.
Until one day,
a gardener sprinkled water
and nay!
The lonely seed leaped up in gay!
Rose and smiled
she thanked the gardener
with a bank of water that day.




Poetry by Jose Winston Soldevilla
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Written on 2012-03-27 at 13:43

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