Some do not bother about...
...sowing the seeds of love;
And so the place they'd rather be,
Is in the dark, without a spark, or glow...
...of any truth that they might see,
Sprouting as the blossoms of peace and joy;
Before the spring closes,
Before you might depart for hell summer,
Try to sow the seed of love now,
In the garden of seething hearts,
Because where love grows,
There grows peace and joy,
It is a thing God has preordained,
That the soul and what you've planted,
In the end shall be together raised up.
Mykoul
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