Planting the Seeds of Our Wildest Dreams
I
Marvel
Now and then
‘Bout our essence.
That immortal spirit
That possesses our bodies.
Cultivating our sleeping minds.
Planting the seeds of our wildest dreams.
Stirring the premature fragrance
Of dormant flowers of thought.
Mirrored within an
Image of itself
Inside our
Own mind’s
Eye.
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