A vine from shell's womb,
by roots of dying tree
searched the baren ground
unnoticed sprawled o're rock
searching ward of lee,
free of wind soon bound
around an orchid
stem reaching for sky
ascending together wound,
round and round held in their tie
together they climbed
and in time were joined as one,
each reaching for the sun.
Having flowered, seeds spilt
now in season's wilt
clinging vine the orchid killt
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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- Published: August 14th, 2025 04:21
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