Sunthirst

We live in gardens that we tend.
Sometimes we reap & also rend.

We feed the soil blood, sweat & tears.
Compost the past for future years.

We scatter seed, bulb & tuber.
Spring brings hope & blossom’s rumor.

Rains & hoses flesh out green cells.
Drooping & dripping heavy bells.

The mornings warm before too late.
Held breath for fruit & flower’s fate.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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