The Heart And The Seedlings Poem by Sharron Stephenson

To feel the cast of a failure, deep in the heart of,
Your soul. Open the window to the eye of the.
Wind. Press the button of a secret help in the,
Lips of lovers in the down of fear.
The hand that waves the holes of goodbye.
As the hinges of a door slams open and,
Across the tears of a face which is gentle playful and soft.

The freeze of the claw of wings in the soul of,
Blood red seedlings, Powerful and raw.
A sweet cup of half emotions flows over,
The wisdom of death.

As the times on a clock ticks away day and,
Night, As the world we live slowly turns a,
Reply into a video of yeses and nos