Will lead a way, through these buried lives in me
the seeds will come alive again with your dirty earth
my avoidance only shapes your loitering, waiting there
in the shadows of enlightenment, a secret world of flowers
a rest, a lost so I can remember the corners of discovery.
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COCOYEA 
An excellent array of images and emotions in these lines…well crafted.
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this last run of poems is just amazing, CCY
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