Dried Pine Poem by Malaya Roses
Dried Pine
In us
Simple solidify is never absolute
In us
Soul of truth was lying pale
Unadulterated yet alive
Pure slumber in dream
In us
Never agree against the provisional skin
What was certainty?
In us
We could not rearranged
Broken mind
Consume nothing than a beautiful morning gasp
Window might be opened
But the frost
Always stronger
Dried pine
Dried heart
Always be the rightful loser at the end.
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Pine slaughtered into timbers and dried in an oven go on to build a home. A heart might not survive, but then again, might rise with a few wet tears