turn your gaze to power
of life and death:
they lie dormant,
seeded potentialities;
a flower’s expectancy
in each quiescent tongue
and those who love either
will surely sup of their fruit
considered exchanges
turn your gaze to power
of life and death:
they lie dormant,
seeded potentialities;
a flower’s expectancy
in each quiescent tongue
and those who love either
will surely sup of their fruit
Really like this poem a lot Bravo!
Glad you liked this, SchiZ; thanks!