manicured thoughts
it first has to be planted for it to bloom
only sounds that matter filter through
of rootlings bursting forth ever deeper
striving for moisture and nourishment
sparkling rays tinkle on fresh sprouts
other sounds remain as unneeded noise
if unbroken only to be broken again
rain falls pitter pattering on deaf ears
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2023-07-07 at 16:20
Tags Sound Unbroken Galateus
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