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any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Tuesday, 9 June 2015
Seeds of Time
He pulled aside the fog like a curtain
And entered my home
“Who are you?” my voice quivered
His eyes flashed and lips twitched in a smirk
His breath almost scorched my skin
He scattered seeds
That instantly burst forth into saplings
Grew tall, bloomed and withered
I was so engrossed in the dance
Of birth and death holding hands
That I didn’t notice
When he left
A cool breeze whispered into my ears
“Wake up, rise from the ashes”
Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Time
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