There are far too many seeds in you,
my lungs not wind enough to carry.
I pray, with little faith,
that I might be garden enough to tarry.
For roots like yours need room to grow,
And I am silk as sand.
But lay with me beneath these trees,
steadfast, hand in hand.
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