tears gathered on the the tired
grass the heart the earth
lie waiting to withdraw
the fruits have ripened now
and fall.
to live we must let go.
and disappear by noon
or wither silently and fall
or let ourselves be sweetened
by an early frost at night
come let us leave the
grass the heart the earth
the tired tears, leave
and withdraw
into the fading flowers
and the hardened shell
let go of earth of roots
of flowers fruits and tears
lie waiting now
withdraw
A flower among these weeds. I like your poetry. I know I will write one day. But I have not ripened yet.
ReplyDeleteOne cannot force it, Vera. Thank you for your appreciation.
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