there, in the soft mud
i saw it sprouting,
the seed of a being
rooted to it's cause (of)
-binding freedom-
in its undaunted existence.
the harp and the arrow
failed to shelter,
for fear is hard to kill
and killing is feared no more
in the by-lanes of life
walking brave this time.
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2 comments:
Nice cryptic almost like the bitter pill.( I have a bad cold)
BUT I SHALL NEVER GROW UP
HOWSOEVER........
take care, get well soon
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