Acres of love
blow laden
with seeds caught
for no reason
beyond the purpose
of a latent rose.
See the future
wind-flung
reflecting like silver
brilliant lining
boxed in treasures
waiting to be discovered.
Acres of love
blow on
never gone
always renewed
love knows…
like a latent rose.
Find love
acres of love
blowing,
always blowing
strong seeds
withstanding cold winds.
Acres of love
filled with silver treasures
latent like a rose
in winter
never gone
never, never, gone.
Living In the Corner of a Vortex 
That is a powerful poem bursting with a latent promise.
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🙂 thank you Uma!
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