A short poem.

I only reap what’s good

for me, I know no one

who tells me if I should

or what I shouldn’t do instead,

I sow ideas and place them high

into stacks upon piles of wood.

In my Soul so full of Light,

I glow into who I truly am,

inside this introverted hood

I grow.


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