Seed Leaves

fall to me

little seed

seek not man

for security

nest your head

in the tilled bed

of destiny

roots clinging

to sustenance

of Being

warmth and thirst

for a fertile earth

sky and soil skin

dig your fingers in

i will banish the parasites

that keep you from light

while you find your rest

in my tender nest

.
©M.G. Iannucci 2018
Painting by Daniel Anaka

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