Beautiful and vein
On trail seeking own joy
In and and out the garden goes the snake
Meek creatures on path to destroy
Burrowing deep
Nests of twig, paper, vine
Pebbles, stones surround- safe-keeps
Hole open, serpent declines
Dropping down, reaching
The meek channel bravery
Pointing, stakes high
Weapons snap on scales like tile
Loud- caught off-guard
Reptile runs and hides
With time, tiny wounds at large
Pain, the guide
Trees bare, land infertile
Narcissus, beauty his disguise
*Ss*stem replaces tale
Flowers bloom then dies
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The emotional one
PoetryPeople say "don't just exist, live" I say if you must just exist today to get to the next, you will live. So exist and feel the existence around you until you can live, fully.
