Leave me at Peace in Fields of silent Growth
Enfolding roots, secretive, penetrating the base of my Soul
Here, to grow means
Trailing those moments that line my life
And turn them into Knowledge and thus
An insight like an arrow in blinded areas
In wars
In fogs
In storms
In earth quakes
In love
And always the Bull's Eye
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