Nest
Nest
Where is the life? Where are the seeds? Where is the future? Missing lives?
Missing life? Oh, no. There is no life, only a dreamed and visioned desire
My life, my life, visioned future of their hoped lives. Kids from my life
The nest is in your hand, oh my love, don’t be selfish, give your heart
Seeds are your lives and mine. I am your gardener, you are the garden
I am walking on your field and watching the blue sky. Going far. Goodbye.
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