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My Dear Poet Mar 1
a sower of seeds
brought me to my knees
by a swift smell of a flower
he promised to sell
the seeds of it’s smell
if I’d water it every hour
I said i‘ll give it the sun
if he gave me just one
more smell of its aroma
he asked why not have all?
and need not ask anymore
when you hold and harness it’s power
I said, if that be the case for my soul
give me not in part but the whole
and I’ll grant it an eternal shower
and so he planted as he went
the seed of its scent
into the soil of my heart
forever

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