MY OWN PLANT IT

all the way, everywhere, there was wish distill'd

i like to be when i'm feeling like this where

i'm wanting something together beautiful turning

what is, that is, my heart, just knew ease down

to follow it and i took a look into the color that isn't gone

the whole picture i'm yearning mad crazy purple removes labels

but beautiful with all my heart feeling good

and i don't throw away what matters to me

journeying to the very heart of my own plant it 

with red cliffs dirt that don't hurt i'm happy whiles i dig it

very deep, very broken, i can forget it's gentle

deeper troubles here-in, somehow, i found to my center flow'd

corkscrew opening now i sure see what you means to me

it's difficult a bit but i can understand it

it's difficult a bit but i look forward to it

so way off, way in somewhere beautiful twisting

i'm hoping i find you, my own plant it

another vine-wall burst blues still hanging.

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

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