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By Carl Asch (Empty Hats, www.emptyhats.com) Submitted by Echolocation Date: 2004 Jun 14 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.14.17.33.25548]] |
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One eve as I was walking I chanced by a strange old man He was planting in his garden, there was soil upon his hands Slowly he did approach me his eyes revealed the moon and he said with a voice of earth and root: "If it's a rose then it will bloom." Somehow he'd sensed my troubles that lived like vipers inside my breast I feared my new love might leave me, this ache would not let me rest He said, "Your heart is so filled with you that for love, there isn't much room. Just take care and tend the seedlings: If it's a rose then it will bloom." ...if it's a rose then it will bloom... Ye need not push a river it flows fine on its own Ye need not seek out a lost love if it's real, it'll find its way home Ye need not fear the wind and rain the sun will always come pierce the gloom and as I turned to leave he said once more: "If it's a rose then it will bloom." |