dreams are fertile furrows and
no matter how precious the land is –
without the diligence of tough hearts and
keen eyes,
nightmares will erupt,
all thorns and tangled tendrils,
choking the earth and
drawing blood from the tender.
dreams are fertile furrows and
no matter how precious the land is –
without the diligence of tough hearts and
keen eyes,
nightmares will erupt,
all thorns and tangled tendrils,
choking the earth and
drawing blood from the tender.
