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Seeds

From the bosom of a tyrant
Comes the gentlest of newborn babes;
After the cruelest of winter storms
Comes the mildest of spring days.

And so it goes
And so you are
A seed of unknown origin –
Son, you must have travelled far

Into a sea of corruption
Goes forth an honest man;
Beneath a ceiling of oppression,
A woman tries to make her stand.

And so it goes
And so you are
A seed of unknown origin –
Dear, you must have travelled far

Who knows how the ugly duck
Begets the splendorous swan?
Nature sires its own redemption
Like the shiny package of dawn.

From the father of awful bitterness
Sprouts the child of infinite sweetness;
Children rise up from the Inferno
Out of which they make a Heaven.

And so it goes
But here you are
A seed of unknown origin –
Love, you must have travelled far.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/13/2018 6:21:00 PM
Hello Keith, well i have never thought of myself as a seed. A lovely poem. Have a nice evening my friend.
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