Buried Purity

whisperingquill

So goes the
sparrow chose
to drop my seedy
marrow in gold,

to have and
not hold
only the whole,

kept stashed
within inner folds

till snow falls
on cedars of old.

  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2017 09:09
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 20
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  • Augustus

    Lots of thought on this enigmatic piece. Like the brevity and rhyme.



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