Treacle Poem by Dawn Novus

Treacle

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Flower blooms in winters dead
It did not sync with its kind

One lone beauty among the dead
It did not feel any regret

I felt awash among the waves
Footprint melts away as ice

Year from the point
Year our last curve

Plant seed of blue
And blackest delight

Kick up the dusty earth
On tassled time

A shamans dance
A lovers time

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Edward Kofi Louis 03 November 2017

One lone beauty among the dead! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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