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  • Darkness forms compost

    Where we plant and nurture

    Seeds of creativity,

    Blossoming and flourishing

    In our Present



    Gifts of Uni-verse,

    Singing our song,

    Dancing our dance.
  • We fear that dark, moist, compost,

    Thinking only of

    Worms eating through it

    Waste that smells,

    Junk and dirty boxes

    Hidden in the corners.
  • Turn on the light.

    See beauty hidden

    In the darkest of compost.

    Where light illuminates

    Life and love.
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