Weary Weeds

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When left to bloom, weeds like worries crop up
They clog our perceptions, they stain our minds
They grow tall, their shine's green,
Putting away the attention of the big dream
Take up the hard craft tool , till up your favourite gloves

Count down for me

Pull out your issues , clear the liquid soul , till the thick hard ground
And let the dirt do it's work
It is the chosen concern
It is the centre of my garden

If I warp around and drive away what's in ,
I loose my centre, my nutrients, my colour.

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