a chain
from past to present
bounds our vision
~~
yesterday is dead
tomorrow’s ahead
but only now is our vigor bred
~~
watering the young
with seeds
entrenched in verdant ground
~~
entranced in flower’s bloom
her face embraces this season
while her soul the next
~~
from cosmic dust
to annihilation
our life between
~~
from senseless block
to chiseled rock
we sculpt a beauty’s form
~~
crawling from caves
to plant our seeds
and write our deeds
Note: Written to One Single Impression's 3-25-12 prompt, "Transition."
Year:
2012
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