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Unspoken

Treasure, trash, and fallen blossom

What have you here in common

Laying, lying languid

On the ground

Decayed and disregarded

Bound for compost breaking down

Let loose the seeds of hopes unspoken

Let them roll and blow into the richest

Barest seam

Cracked rocks cupping dust

Of years now gone and passed

Grab hold of just one ripening

Swelling bursting dream

Each emotion watering

Rivulets and streams

Finding purchase in the barren

This treasure grows from both

The pleasant and the scream

Each rooted tendril seeking

Necessary nutrients embedded

In the rocky bottom of the deepest

Silent permutations

While rising from the surface of

A broken earth

Sprouts brand new incarnation

Incantated leaves

Unfurling and unfolding

Wings of every quiet quest

Growing there unspoken

Shoots of happiness

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