an inhale in the dawn
a fill of an empty lung
the clear gasp of a soft air
the fresh feeling of something new
a spark of light
a growth of green
the spread of vines
the bloom of flowers
a call from the pack
a flourish of life
the lush vastness of the green
the fullness in a booming world
a creep of brown
a lurk of discoloration
the smell of rot
the trail of ash...
a wilt of disgust
a canker of disrepair
the gnaw of decay
the blight of decomposition
a sharp exhale in the dusk
a choke in a dusty throat
the cleanse of a dead world
the hope of a renew
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Author:
marci (
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- Comment from author about the poem: it’s all a circle, isn’t it?
- Category: Spiritual
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