Fresh and pure
A bud on a tree
Slow to blossom
Quick to ripen.
Yearn to taste of
The sweet fruit
Rinse the past
Ready for new life.
Change of identity
Look only ahead
The meddle behind
Challenge is yours.
Afterwords, calm
Two become one
A third holds it strong
Leaving no debris.
Written for Friday 5. Friday 5 words are in bold.
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3 comments:
Ah, nicely done!!
If you only knew how much your poem speaks volumes to me. Well done. Have a nice weekend.
The walk through this poem is unbelievable ending with:
Two become one
A third holds it strong
Leaving no debris.
Awesome imagery! Very good job on this one. Thanks for sharing it.
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