Cycles Again
New buds breaking bring
The bees to flowers nipple
Spring feels love's sweet sting
Cool winds sweep dead leaves
Frolicking to shallow graves
Grass caress my feet
New tornados come
Galloping through the gray clouds
Apathy is dead.
The sun awakens
To drink the dews of dark night
Lizards seek fresh shade
Flies can hear my hand
Before the thunder breaks grief
Freedom comes with wings
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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