Paths worn down by wishing feet
spin in dreams with clouded gazes.
Misshapen rubble trips the sadness
a relief against the musty pages of time.
Run down those mantra memories
ankles weak and sorrow-tipped.
Burrow your eager fingers in the turned soil
where snap dragons growled freely.
Tulips simmered in dew
sprout leaves in diligence.
Soaked petals were moments
but green the cambium breathes.
Under the sullen frost roots ply
their fibrous hairs in solidarity.
Once, once they were brittle strings
sallow, plucked threads of bitter root.
Now, now the music sings
because I'll keep you alive
in fragrant blossoms and longevity.
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Now, now the music sings because I'll keep you alive in fragrant blossoms and longevity./// beautiful poem penned and shared; lovely expression