Cold Turkey

When sun hides

Is the love still there?

is the love still There?

when sun arrives

but extravagant dreams derive

derision as  decision

Is love still there

is a ban, done,

meant to be forever?

Only stretch in the plants root feet

to know the feeling of non-deceit

the natural means of lengthening one’s own stem growth

lies in birthing one’s seed

out of the ashes of last winter’s

unfailing weed

 

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