When the heart has no key
we live in shadows cast from within
and dream of things that are past,
of things we did not see

Yet patiently waiting
is a tiny seed,
buried so long ago,
a life hiding quietly within

until the day when spring thaws
rekindles the spirit residing within
a seed sprouting forth tender roots
renews its journey once again

in the misty morn
the song and melody
await but a time and place
for the warm embrace
to break the lock
that binds within

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