The process of becoming
kills itself.
Flowers of a thousand
lives flow by, melt away.
Beyond the dark
is a voice:
breathless heat
that speaks and sings
15 hours ago
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3 comments:
That is very beautiful, a kind of dark and spiritual poem, perfectly phrased.
Thanks, Paul. I was advised to put this in couplets. Good advice, I think. Outside of ghazal, I've not used couplets much. Coupling avoidance. Heh. Wonder what causes that...
Is that linked in some way to the poem above, coupling avoidance? You rock,
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