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I planted a seed of faith,
I molded it up with hope,
I showered it with love,
Then waited for it to grow,
It grew for a while,
But then it got scorched up by the sun,
I watered it with my tears,
Refusing to let it die,
I held on to my faith’,
I continued to hope,
It struggled for a while,
Then slowly began to grow,
And then one morning,
I looked outside my bedroom window,
To find that it had bloomed,
And I felt a burst of joy,
As my eyes behold,
The most beautiful of flowers,
That I had ever seen.

 

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5 Comments

  1. Oh yes.. some sort of reflecting yourself… I compare that seed to you… Thanks for sharing such a wonderful poem…

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  2. nightlake says:

    the person who planted the seed would know the joy in its growth and beauty..lovely..

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