Layer upon layer…of myself
Is peeling fast away.
Falling to the earth below
Mixing with sand and clay.
Stretching to a new length of existence
Of once all my…” Never Mores”
Brilliance of re-birthing star now formed
Then has ever…shinned or been seen before.
With high celestial matter
Revelations predicted doom.
Falling away...now one layer at a time
Unfolding like a new flowers petals bloom.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem