Suckling Time
In crystal maze,
miracles are honed
from mother milk
and father bone~
Memories cackling,
mocking faces of time
uphill flowers brutal climb
suckling from sparkle sky...
at pinnacles of their breath,
gently wither into death.
Memories roost silently
in sediments of time~
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2012
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