Seed

father-daughter-love

 

Seed

~

If I had you not, lost would be-

Roots left rotting in a liquid past

fed by fears, my beginning

touched by the same sea

my end will taste as fast

as the clock mark years.

If you were not, gone would be-

How far does not matter

if gone, where would I be

does not matter, if far,

heart of my heart

for thirsty lips water

you became, and you are.

~

H.O

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