are the seeds of dreams
that will not grow
if you hold them
lifeless in your hands
or hide them
in the white solitude
of your broken heart
They are the slow
beating drums
of your deepest desires
aching for release
and moment by moment
they will bloom like wildflowers
when the season is right
© Ann Bagnall

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