Silence grows
Time slows

The work is done
Yet more remains

My mind floats
No were to go

Waiting for the
Seeds to show

Empty and calm
Waiting for things to change

I cannot make it rain
But I can prepare the soil
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Let's begin the toil
Before peace becomes a wasted gift
Before fate shifts
Before I live to regret my rest
And lament only if