Bask in reminisce,
Of thick summers,
That clogged up our arteries,
With joy and laughter.
The months of lazy,
Unabashedly beautiful moments,
In the sand.
And reach out,
Take hold of it,
The light that kept you so warm,
Stopped the aches,
From seeping into the,
Tired and weary bones that hold you,
Like a cadge.
Don't let those days,
Be tainted by its now,
Sour taste. Poison comes in petals,
Of flowers so rich,
But no danger can,
Compare to its delicate beauty.
Roses are made of might and stone.
You are the rose,
Bright blood red,
Flowing in the rythm of winds,
That eb and flow,
With light and shade.
The thorns? A pain overlooked,
For the gem, up above, is so much greater.
Don't let your wish,
For a chance to throw,
The seeds again, control you.
Seconds come,
When they please.
And once finished we are to,
Sewn into the eternal earth.
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Shadows
PoetryLife is constantly weighed down by its past. Every breath, every action, leaves an imprint of the world. The question is wether our memories will bring shadows upon our path, or will we ever simply stand in the sunlight?
