Wednesday, 20 June 2018

Blossom

A poem from 2018

Virgin white
Glorious sight
Angel bright
Holy light

Fruit’s womb
Banish gloom
Winter's tomb
Sunshine's room

The self dies
The blood cries
The petal dries
The son, arise

Little bees
Little bees
Carry the pollen to the trees

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