Harvest

My heart is mired in the weeds.

Let me smoke out the negativity and inhale the dreams of my mind’s soliloquy.

Grass grows green when maturity is planted from the seeds within me.

I pray my growth spurt is seen in the harvest that water from this spiritual being.

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