Explorations: Xlii Poem by indira babbellapati
Explorations: Xlii
No longer can I raise
Like the mythical bird
From the ashes
I'm reduced to...
No longer can I gather
The scattered shards
Of this glass case to put
My fragile self together...
No longer can I put
The severed petals plucked
In the game of love back
To this flower that was...
Let me confess,
I can no longer be the seed
You have sown with a fond hope
To reap a rich harvest...
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4/26/2024 6:44:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
No longer a seed. Nicely put.