December 2011
Seeds
abraxisrose:
Weary traveler Before you go Turn, look behind At seeds you’ve sowed These are the seeds Of things to come They’re left behind All things you’ve done
These acts aren’t judged Not good or ill They are not meant To empty or fill
Instead they are The gifts you’ll leave I hope they grow With love, not grief
Not all seeds help Recall, some hinder Some feed flames And are used as...
Entertainer
abraxisrose:
Rhyme and meter Are my voice Words and song My willing toys
I make them dance I make them preen A show we give Like many seen
So then you wonder Why stay here? Because dear heart, What’s lost is fear
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