Rebirth
Vast wasteland
is this barren field
forsaken
friendless
isolated
empty
silent as an abandoned
home
nothing stirs or
roams
bleak and buried.
Even the rocks
cry out
for fellowship.
Perhaps music from the dry parched wind.
Somewhere
in this lorn lonely place
a tiny seed
struggles
amid the
stagnation
wishing to bud-
full beautiful bloom
in its own
small way
a humble
beginning
to perhaps a promised
rebirth to a forgotten field.
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