The tree of life
sapping at the dull bleed of time
was birthed from the white light of winter
Its pretty, potent allure
a drug unto feeble hands
Falls, as we fall, screaming, born into this merry death trap
Spiderwebs sticky our unmarred fingers
stringing our lips in lies
Forged from fire and as ice we remain
In a fatal footrace against our mother, her evergreen
chest, our lifeforce, evermore. Our fearless addiction of
the day-to-day ash - charred bark our sliced record -
stubborn joy in our endless flux of dew tipped breaths
What serendipity, should we realise our paths
are but crossroads
Our harmonious intersections should,
as our fading footfalls retreat,
draw us back as we crawl to the warmth
of our mother's sweet breath
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A Love Letter to Life - random poems
Puisi'life isn't the amount of breaths you take, it's the moments that take your breath away.' Poems. Random poems I wrote - 'A Love Letter to Life'. This does not mean they are about love, because life is not always about love. In fact, it is quite ofte...
