Phantom Seeds
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Puzzling rhymes etching themselves into pictures of
words and phantom seeds, waiting to grow into
majestic trees of delight.
Answering platitudes of prayer as candle flames light
the way to ends of tunnels, exposing wisdom for all
to see in every moment of pronunciation.
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