Look -
the sprout on the paper
_rising from the language grass,
drinking fluids of our tensions,
_strengthen up to bloom at once.
See -
it's flower on the lips.
_Curving smile, breathe - in - rhythm.
Spraying seeds from mouth to souls,
_killing some, retreive the rest.
Hush -
_you feel the seed inside you?
Take a pen and let it grow.
_Do not kill it, shape it better,
show it us a later on.
September 2014.
the sprout on the paper
_rising from the language grass,
drinking fluids of our tensions,
_strengthen up to bloom at once.
See -
it's flower on the lips.
_Curving smile, breathe - in - rhythm.
Spraying seeds from mouth to souls,
_killing some, retreive the rest.
Hush -
_you feel the seed inside you?
Take a pen and let it grow.
_Do not kill it, shape it better,
show it us a later on.
September 2014.
