The empty page
with symbols shout
the quiet sage
emotions tout
The darkness ere
the morning light
as bird songs wait
til time is ripe
The heart within
this body beats
a silent love
the mind to speak
The life inside
this dormant seed
a healing salve
hides in a weed
lest we bleed
and bleed
and bleed ~
Lions Mane 
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