Despite warning
Entering an unknown

Strangers silence
Seems so much more secure
till the silence breaks
One day,
and they
They have nothing much
to say.

A cold front
In the weather of life
that always comes
when wishing for spring.

As you plow the fields,
A crow appears
Calling out.

don’t talk to you
but you appear
in their thoughts.

As the crops  disobey
the once frozen fields,
human emotions
What must grow;
wild grass
Instead of wheat
for bread,
tears in place
of rain,
Of restrain.

And most of the time
Nothing grows
When no seeds
Of no understanding
Leave nothing
to know.

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About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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