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Ancient seed
Linnac

I am built on limitations,
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high ideals; expectations.
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The subtle threat of Winter sun,
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a thrush's song just begun.
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Flowers weep my dewdrop tears.
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Societies keep my newfound fears.
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I am built for infant oaks,
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attending dreams; concealing hoax.
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You may find me perched up high,
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never quite reaching the azure sky.
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25 Mar 10

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Nice rhyme, subtle and adept.  And great flow start to finish.  Nicely written.
 — Tandisol
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