l)
plant in me
sounds of blessings
to reach my ear
loud seeds
that I can hear
your words soften
the colour of the sun
refresh me often
with your eyes in mine
guide my hand
to touch your lips
to touch your throat
that I can taste
the colour of the Son
ll)
the planting
voice of my father
is a beautiful tree
and being sown
in me his blessings
like oranges
refresh the run
for me, his son
to be free
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Great poem! Wants my dad to hold me by my hand like in your fantastic poem!