Small seeds, scattered, sownin sun-tilled ground, to sprout and grow visions, love—what might beideas, art, poetry– so–watered and tended, to propagate,expanding hopes, desires,questions asked and answered—yes–marriage, a family, paintings, books—or starry-fields of flowered-dreams, seed-sprung,everlasting. I’m hosting Quadrille Monday today at dVerse. The prompt word is seed. Come join us!
All the Dreams Seed-Sprung
Harsimrankaur 
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