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The seed is deeply buried in heart
A time will come when it will burst
What will it bring forth, a song?
A rose? But only a dream of ammunition
A time will come when it will burst
Into language unknown
Nurtured by
scorching heat of hatred
What will it bring forth, a song?
Worded by lethal thorny prick
Crooned by voice that can’t sing of
A rose? But only a dream of ammunition
The seed has cracked the earth
And paused eyeing us all
Posted for MTB – Trimeric Form @ dVerse
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
