Pruning

If I pruned now in the hotbed coals of summer heat the sap would run, lapping at the trunk trickling down the bark and diminish the bloom, those hopeful dreams of next year growth would easily fade away to leaves and the flowering would disappear so far now, after every rain I hold myself back resisting the growth spurts of every bush and branch waiting for the fall.

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S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri

Date: 7/27/2021 12:31:00 AM

Oh i see, what a sublime poem! Im not sure but it seems to be that you don't prune because you can wait for the fall to prune the trees. Wonderful idea methinks and maybe metaphoric as well. Kudos!! ------<<<<<<<^^^^^>>>>>>>>~~~~~~>>>>>> Also plz do read and comment my newest poem here.