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silent voice

my silent voice

awoke with inner visions

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


and heeding its guidance

I will know

when my seeds need nourishment

when my seedlings ask for care

extending into bloom

flowering love

Wolfgang Lee moving from the heart, musings

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