The moon desires
To loan your glow in
August nights

Don't say; “i am a waste experiment”

The Lillies will swap
places with you

Don't say; “my hope has departed
into thin air and my life sits at the edge of hades”

The stump on wild wilderness will
laugh uncontrollably, because

You've believed in a lie,
That you are a waste of space

like a flint, lift up
Your souls seeing eyes,
Beyond these boulders

A new season is hidden within
Your blind spots

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Job 14:7-9
New King James Version
7 “For there is hope for a tree,
If it is cut down, that it will sprout again, And that its tender shoots will not cease.
8 Though its root may grow old in the earth, And its stump may die in the ground, 9 Yet at the scent of water it will bud
And bring forth branches like a plant