Life Cycles
The last seed, my grandfather planted was my daddy's last words and my first harvest. They are cause and I'm the effect, of my grandfather's wisdom and my daddy's hard work. I am third season, to shed some light to cultivate the soil for the incoming crops. I am the grounds keeper, of the life cycle, making sure them apples, dont fall to far from the tree.

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Very well expressed
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Thank you!!
Read SYQ222's poemsLP45
Loved how you portrayed this piece. Excellent penning SYQ222. Keep em coming.
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Thank you. I will try!!
Read SYQ222's poemsElvan
Insightful very insightful
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