Seeds

It began with seeds planted
In our souls, water rushing
Through our vessels, time is
Milked.

Hours quench an blister burning
Fruits we eat in remembrance
Fondly gazing upon a sunset
Overflowing conscience bleeding
The heart.

(c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016

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