by Amber Richards

Created on: September 24, 2010

These seeds I sow, they sprout no leaves

They sprout no fruit, they sprout no trees

These seeds I sow, were planted too late

They will not grow, it must be fate

These seeds I sow are dull and callow

It's not their fault, they were planted shallow

These seeds I sow hold within them me

My faults now scattered for the birds to see

These seeds I sow reap only pain

For it is nothing good that they contain

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