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SWAN

When hope was broken next to less,  
A swan turned an egg in her nest.
It is simpleness when one is blessed.
   
One seed beads garlands of wetland reeds,  
A march of hope in a marsh of doubt.  
For a seed in weeds is still a seed that will sprout.  
   
Sprout and grow as if only Heaven's above,  
For what do seeds and eggs care  
When there is love.
Written by whale
Published | Edited 2nd May 2014
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