Flashes from the flesh 2 #poem

No need to fall

no need to crawl

no need to run through the lubricious time

in search for that auspicious rhyme

to restore rhythm.

 

The day is leaning on the flowers

reborn, as spoken by the lore,

so bloom your eyes into the spring of hours

forget they end, like cowards, up in the towers.

Erase the thought of time.

 

April,2019 -work in progress

©Daniela Marin,2019

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Featured image-tree-watches: pixabay.com

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