Another poem again

I walk around the silent night The wind touching my skin Blinded by Luna's light Im searching where to begin Tormented soil beneath my feet Never again able to heal Tortured is every seed Still fighting to become real On barren ground they stand Strong as they will grow Fertilizing the weakend land Not to fast and not to slow But are we to blind to see Or taken over by pride That all we want to be Yet all we try is hide
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