Seeds in the mind

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Mathew Mytka

Moral Imagineer

More poetry from m3. This one traversing the depths of what we feed our minds. It can nourish or deprive.

We’ll spend that one last penny on the land within our mind.
We toil the land, we sow the seeds and battle great storms at times.
The seeds thus grow, and over time they spawn a fruitful vine.
Feeding a hungry many on the land within our minds.
Alas, the harvest comes to leave but just bare vine.
And the cycle of the many, again, are left in time.

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