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The seed in my hand

I have a seed in my pocket.

Its a small seed almost the size of a tiny locket.

The locket shines golden, its finishing clearly refined.

My seed remains plain but its still mine.


Warm hands close around the cold hard walls.

Cold hard walls protecting new beginnings.

Beginnings that invite meaning to it all.

My seed stirs unknown awakenings.


I have a seed in my hand

Its small but I'll make it great, surely I can

Unfolding walls will bring release

In fertile lands by nature's kiss.


There is a seed in the ground.

Carrying a piece of sweet bliss,

When that piece overflows around

Just think, you too could have a seed in your hand.


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