“Beads…”

by A_F_R_O_W

 

When flowers cry,

beads

of geological tears

sweat,

with forthright intention…

… flourish and fade,

with masterful yielding,

to cyclical Destiny.

Yawning,

they breathe… their last…

… and first,

in flecks of

featherlight, futuristic

seed.

 

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