Show Me The Future Poem by Diane Rosenstein

Show Me The Future



It's coming down
from sky

Lark screaming flight
downward leaves
Air breathes
time to be

Sit.
Spin
tree Tops turn
play the day
go if you stay

Weddings burned THAT cake
who am I to leave...
...holding the candles
Didn't you hear
your children crying?

It's just a resemblance
to the mirror's appeal
in the matches of matches
Choices concealed revealed

When what is made right
will reveal all's wrong

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Diane Rosenstein

Diane Rosenstein

Pennsylvania, USA
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