Seedless

While they create juicy fruits
seedless
in laboratories
I wonder
who will hold the privilege
of having a garden
when all that madness
becomes the norm...

I left my verses
as seeds
in all your gardens
And though I have not embraced its trees
nor kissed their newborn flowers
I have felt the tremor of birth
when you appear in my life
as if the roots split my chest in two
the ones from the tree that bears your favourite fruit
here, where I place my hand now,
It feels warm like hope.

What did you do with my seeds?

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