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Time is a beautiful, terrible, troublesome thing
First frost
killed the blue & purple morning glories,
collecting the seeds
from wilting curled death;
saving to plant another year.
killed the blue & purple morning glories,
collecting the seeds
from wilting curled death;
saving to plant another year.
Published 14th Nov 2018
Author's Note
you were never a waste of time but I suppose love is a war and no one really ever wins.
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14th Nov 2018 3:01pm
14th Nov 2018 3:04pm
Oh yes ... saw some frost ... chilled me to the bone ... more than because of the temperature ... you captured that sentiment samael ... bravo my poet ...
15th Nov 2018 2:29am
You have such a delicate and sensitive mind....I love the idea planting the seeds...I will grow as many as I could if I had a yard....
love
Jasmine
love
Jasmine
15th Nov 2018 5:05pm
29th Nov 2018 9:24am
Wow great both for the real idea and in metaphor as well. You have expressed awesomely in brevity, so creatively. How you salvage the beauty of spring to prevent its extinction ahh marvellous. Kudos.
Pleez do review/ add your thoughts/ comment on my newest poem too. Nice to say hi to all here again.
Pleez do review/ add your thoughts/ comment on my newest poem too. Nice to say hi to all here again.
