This one was a combo of me and Jags composing together!!
Can you fly high holding your roots?
maybe you can, if your dreams have wings,
And these roots of stone spread the deepest cracks,
in parched groundholding for ever the dream of fruit,
and in those deepest of cracks, lie the deepest of wounds,
that'll never see the light of the day...
will just lie there in the cracks,
will just die there in those cracks...
and yet the roots remain...these forgotten roots,
lost of purpose that once destined to sustain,
hardly pertinent...keep feeding memories,
hunger is avaricious...and yet they remain as strong as ever..stay rooted,
it ought to get worse, unless...
unless a shower soaks these roots, nurtures it back to life...
giving back to the world a beautiful plant,
a plant that the sun had scorched down back in time...
but the roots remained...dormant...but alive...
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@Jags: I won my own bet! this was something I was so sure you would comment on you self obssessed $%U#$%Y#I$Y%$#!!:)
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin'. I just might tell you the truth. -- Dylan
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