Are your roots still growing

Are they just dormant and will wake up and revive

Or have you capped them Have you chosen to let the trunk mould Wither away Nourished by dust and the illusion of rain

Thirsting feeding of our memories

Of a dream seen in the seed born from you and me A cactus Inside still lush

With the shell and spikes Protecting the core holding on in the changing of colours

In the abyss of a wintering desert in drought Giving birth to hope that we will live and reign

Not die for a rain whi

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