Scatter all the blossoms What we desire most in life Be it the rose or the nightingale Or a child’s first spoken word What more do we want from time Birds and flowers flowing red Imagery that does not illustrate Or at night as we lie awake Watching a moth and a candle Waxen tears and singed wings Both meeting an end becoming Just a reflection in our eyes Remembering where we came Knowing where we are And what more do we want Time or time immortal
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Posted: Aug 2021
About this poem:
Like an ancient tapestry of unique images creates more than just an illustration, but a story; so does poetry of interwoven words and images that delight our minds or tickle our fancy.
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