Poem 3

Intrinsic drop of rain, filled each gap
This might stir the dead seeds.

A wave of hope embraced the suppressed
For some it’s the life, for some it’s the path.

Though wind resonates with desperate soul
Though hope echoes for seeds to grow.

Amidst the darkness, they stay await.
For a glimmer of life to initiate.

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