Saturday, April 23, 2011

Assassins, Gardening & Waves- 3 Poems

Assassins, all my life I’ve known,
My closest friends in the entire world,

An assignment, accepted,

Mars the fabric on which we move

In the garden, trimming tips,

Soil stirring rifts,
Between thorns and roots,

What a predicament!
Parentally extending love to both

Waves tear into,

Leaves raft away from reach,
Each breath I take, it consumes me more

Yet I refuse deflation,
As long as my mind tells me there could be a chance for more

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