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Damaged seed
 
From the damage of a seed
unknown properties emerge
what to sow and what to feed
must now team up and merge

with yellow of decayed leaves
the paper brown of dead dreams
what is entrenched what sieves
through is what flows down streams

to find a home in a home
not green but in sub Saharan
climes or as burnt ash roam
the air and embark ship a, minion

where in green, harmony smile
and until the return of season's guile

By Nikhil Nath

© 2012 Nikhil Nath (All rights reserved)

 

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