You are not mine
Take away my life What I am holding If you are not mine The seed said.... Owner smiled and Patted Hid it under moist sand. Kept in Warm shady sun And put a soul to unseen body bun. The seed got a life. But destiny said other time.. The owner Killed the life Life of fruits. And the roots He ate the heart and soulful part. Nothing was left behind. Now it's your turn ... Hi ...seed Do you want a A new life?