Quote of the day: 

Once you go inside and weed through the muck, you will find the real beauty, the truth about yourself. 
-Lindsay Wagner 





A lone flower
Petals that entice as a moth to a flame
Winds caress and then deflower
Thereafter nothing remained the same

An army of weeds
Marching through a scented prison
Trees are merely overgrown seeds
Rise and fall to become newly arisen

 A voice calls out
Why have you left me out in the cold?
After all is taken what is left to sprout
That rain may bring new life to behold

Life may not be lived under a shade
A dream is not just an indulgence made

A flute is ineffectual unless played
And true love is eternal it doesn’t fade



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In writing outside my comfort zone this form is a little narrative poem which turned out far more interesting than what I had in mind. It can be interpreted in any way and make of it what you will. The last stanzas take the form of a slight 'couplet' -two lines with similar rhymes. Hope you find it enjoyable to read.



Peace. Love. Light* 




Current Listen: Hindi Zahra - Stand Up