Day 253: Watering Seeds
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mustard seeds
and little deeds
can be the largest of morsels to sustain
the strength of a tundra soul
without green
and without rain.
o how do i till this rock?
am i so hardened with age?
did you not make me soft and fertile?
and what sun did i plant myself under
to scorch myself so?
bloom a bud on a petrified branch
and all the sweeter shall it scent.
break the ice
to bless the waters
to drown the sorrows
that life has lent.
and give me mustard seeds
that i might love again
through little deeds.
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