i hid my soul in your heart like a seed
deposited in the dust on a cool evening
just before the sun had set closing
another date with his mate, the mother
earth, eager to see and benefit
from a fragrant flower and fleshyfruits; though my soul barely soared
and like a seed scarcely saw light
water, or those nutrients, yet the stone
germinated eventually to be trampledunder foot growing as an unwanted plant
to be uprooted and replanted many times
dropping leaves, drooping almost to die
but continuing to exist with many bruisesinflicted carelessly, yet growing into a tree
surviving with scars and fruits hidden
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