silent voice

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my silent voice

awoke with inner vision

whispering from deep within

speaking of precious seeds

I hold inside

buried by the sands of rejection

and a wondrous well

cups and spoons of its waters draw out

what lies dormant

and is longing to emerge

listening

and heeding its guidance

I will know

when my seeds need nourishment

when my seedlings ask for care

extending into bloom

flowering love