Poem: Precious Seeds
By a Falun Gong practitioner

Precious seeds scattered
across poisoned ground
where fruits ripen bitter
and warnings resound.

From skies ever dark
churning seas to rage
closer to a chapter’s end
and the turning of another page.

Until many hearts shine
China awakens to the hour
where fruits ripen forever sweet
and precious seeds come to flower.



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Published: Tuesday 9th January 2007



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