A Lost Seed

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.” ― Emily Dickinson

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When you forget how to smile
let the tears roll into the meadow of love.
Let the soul glow after the rainstorm,
don’t argue with your sorrow,
it will soon be visited by joy
in the castle of hope…if you let go.
Even a broken heart can heal,
even a teary eye can see,
even a lost seed can grow
through a rocky road
blooming into a beautiful mystery,
never losing hope.
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