Seeds

In these rude soils the seeds of loyalty will breed
pure and so unspoiled – this novelty still needs
every day anew – to be warmed and fostered –
no single drop of affection to be squandered.
A little seed in the soil
all I need for my soul…
if we foster it will prosper.

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