Rotting tomatoes and beans
Fallen prey to wind
and incessant tears from heaven
crops of bounty
withdrawing
making way for new life
it is beautiful out there
i don't mean the cherry blossom kind of spring beauty
i am talking about the grave of everything that ends
in a way that makes room
for something new
the seeds i planted are sitting in the cradle
of the cycle of eternity...........
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