SPRING SEED
I am deaf, but for spring’s whisper,
Lost, but to this wintering need,
A future harvest becomes clear,
And growing fantasies are freed.
Passion’s renewal flies beyond fear,
Beyond doubt and hunger’s need,
To embrace rebirth like joy in a tear,
And dance to a garden angel’s lead.
Now over everything I cannot hear,
Your song rouses my budding need,
Fortune banishes my winter fear,
And love plants our spring seed.
Find your passion. Follow it to your conclusion. Breathe. Laugh. Be.
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