There is a golden seed,
In the middle of a dark alley
With shattered glass and a trail of
Condoms, pinned down by needles of
Heroin addicts and junkies.
Its golden aura descends on the
Chipped brick and graffitti
(That tells the stories of a child's heart)
On the so-so fire escapes and
Uncorrupted and unchanged,
This seed; golden
Lies on the breast of tragedy.