by Terrence Sykes
In my garden of regret
seeds of forgotten sorrow
cast with damp ashes
silence already muted spirits
No need to gather
harvest that again
since weeds & crops
now yellowed & strawed
Glazed with frost
contentment & burdens
death & resurrection
indistinguishable
1 comment:
A double meaning poem written in an insightful and deeply intuitive manner. Well penned, enjoyed the read.
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