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Wednesday 12 June 2019

Dying Deed


Unless like seed
We fall, it dies
Aground sown deed
We found r’own lives


It dormants down
As cracked and tried
Now falling brown
No waking tired



And deadly dark
To crow and creep
But cold and heat
And rain do seep



Then light will strike
And warming heap
The seed will rise
Wake deathly sleep