a chain
from past to present
bounds our vision

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yesterday is dead
tomorrow’s ahead
but only now is our vigor bred

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watering the young
with seeds
entrenched in verdant ground

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entranced in flower’s bloom
her face embraces this season
while her soul the next

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from cosmic dust
to annihilation
our life between

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from senseless block
to chiseled rock
we sculpt a beauty’s form

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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