Whispering down the path
Scattering seed
Of what we believed
And wasn't us
With no room for infatuation
Or inflation
Both knowing pain too deep
To even attempt to fabricate
Or believe in a lie
I will cup soil
Planting things deep
Into promises
Never rooted in me
All the confirmation
And favor
Answer upon answer to prayer
Knowing that Love never left
I shall plant all this
And keep walking
With my promises kept to my God
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