"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 off 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 w

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