Wild oats sown, now grown, what harvest do I expect?
sprouted lies a field of flies discarded respect
A word spoken now broken chiseled crack in minds wall
revealing a token now awoken casting dark shadows over all
A wind blew o'er heart blue abandoned on empty sea
No land in sight of a feathers flight the reaper laughs with glee
Blind light bleeds o'er fertile seeds on hard ground thrown
Darkness revealed the shield of what I never dared to own
Melting clouds, dissolves torn shrouds new born sun blazing bright
Lull in the storm a path to transform, daybreak's after night
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I see this as the calm before a great storm and then the calm after.it has passed, beautiful dear sorrenbarret your imagery always leaves me in awe 🌹
Thank you so much friend for the insightful interpretation and most generous words. As always your words are appreciated.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.
Thanks for the read and comment. Is that like the pen is mightier than the sword. Yes indeed and he who takes up the sword shall die by the sword. I guess that makes he that takes up the word shall die by the word. Oh oh too many words here.
I think it's a bit like we reap what we sow.
Are the nights dark? Yep, they usually are! (from an old comedy film). lol.
Thanks Orchi appreciate the read. Yea I think I remember that film but can't remember the name.
It's in a Laurel & Hardy film but I forget the title.
Tremendous work.
Thanks so much Thomas
All is fine as the sun always rises on our lives soren,
Andy
It always has. Thanks Gold for the read and comment.
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