What kind of farmer are you?
What do you want to grow?
Your Basil must never rot
And your begonias must find fresh soil
Soil fertile as your smile
Mercy in your content
Sun and waves
obligations and necessities
We want to believe in a new future
One that harvests light
and grows it
smile again longing hits me a foreign wind
Plant them in your favorite place
Look after them lovingly
The vibes pick it up
Day and night cuddle them
Inspire us to fill up with love
Self convinced emptiness our collective trait
That's not soil
Smile at me
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