in dusty heaps upon autumn leaves,
that no one sees.
Watch it, guard it, make it yours,
it will unleash its truths,
it will flourish in light, in secrets left untold,
In a garden of time yet to pass.
It will corrupt you.
It will heal you of fault.
Listen to it, then ever so gently,
Nourish the death between the cracks,
See it smile, feel it warm the air.
Never avoid, never ignore,
keep watching, keep watching it grow.
All the treasures it will hold.
It's real, it exists,
in deep feeling it is free,
in time so will you see,
it's free, it's free,
just let it be.
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