And what I am?
Just a seed buried with an embryo of hope,
the embryo is not yet dead,
it needs very little oxygen to breath,
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The hope of peace a ray of light in the dark fears of a war, a nice poem.
Lo the clouds rise from all the oceans, and are rushing to the hardest lands to rain and make it easy for growing the embryo in a dense tree.. a really beauriful poem my dear Akhtar. tony