the moment i learn imperfection, imperfection learns me.
there is a season in your heart
in which we come to part the seas,
we come to sow the seeds.
there is a harvest of that warm earth
where we compete, we reap, we promise good deeds.
there is something soft and gentle, tender and essential,
in that red field
that teaches me over and over how to breathe and how to be.
in which we come to part the seas,
we come to sow the seeds.
there is a harvest of that warm earth
where we compete, we reap, we promise good deeds.
there is something soft and gentle, tender and essential,
in that red field
that teaches me over and over how to breathe and how to be.
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