i repent all the word spoken
all the ways proposed
i repent all the mournings felt hard
and the promises
or moments
i calim no past
for the past has gone without witing for me
or for my shadow even
i gave in,
i gave in fruitfull to the fresh
and the fresh is in the soil
will to flourish
and grow wild
seeds of hidden truth,i dig not
and let me lay bare, let the breeze be gentle.
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