Seeds of Harvest
A gathering of friends, of foes, of eyes
A grouping of fates, of paths, demise
A web that reaches, that feels, that wanes
A forest of roses, thorns, and pains
The roots entangled, the petals that blend
The suns of spring, in autumn shall end
The bickering of leaves, the dancing of stems
The beauty of strength, each rose condemns
A melody of petals, give way to harsh wind
A delicate withering, suffering from droughts
An entwinement of roots, hide petals' sins
A rose's own thorns, muffles its shouts
Peel back petals; Expose one another
They'd all be equal; They'd all be fair
Extract the roots; They'd starve eachother
See the field free, of rose's despair














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