Roots of Life
The deathly beat of our pounding feet
With shackles of life's disaster.
Bubbles of air contain great care
immersed in blurry waters,
Echoed dreams we shall believe
In everything and all before us.
Many a night we fear the light
Of Golum the greedy master.
We share aware of trees despair
Axed the roots of laughter.
Defined at source where love restores
And bleeds happily ever after.
Copyright © Stephen Mantle | Year Posted 2014
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