In a shady location
Of dampness and low light
Spore germinates
Let my love be a moss
Let it be able to grow on the rock
Of your stone cold heart
Rather than in the dampness
Of those exhausted realities
Let my love be a moss
Needing no flower no seed
Only simple leaves of veracity
Cover the thin wiry stems of certitude
And that will be enough
To fulfill the existence
Let my love be a moss
Rather than any other weed
At the edge of that enigmatic stream
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