Weeds grow where they want to; not where they're told to...
Morning sun
Like when you open the first page of a dream
and find that it is empty
nothing but black skies and solar rain
the basket of night rocking the day away
here are your fallen spears (brothers sisters)
hold my head still as I cry
here you can claim what you came for (do not ask for it)
a newborn child asleep on a ray of light
morning sun painting her silver on the lonely sea
I have a green leaf and a grain of salt
(do not ask for it it will come to you)
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