How quickly from warm earth do flowers spring?
As by the clement air my skin coerced-
Enchanted by the sunlight called to sing,
While heat of beating hearts beget a thirst.
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Once filled, a glass’ purpose bears a date,
And stagnant pools of water doom’d to spoil.
So by the shifting banks now clear’d the fate,
In gurgling and the itching of the soil.
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With wisdom of the sand take heed of days.
For as within the core degrees compound,
More bright and scorching is the season’s blaze,
As louder grows the cool air’s rumbling sound.
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How wry that darkness should the flame ignite;
More haunting are the echoes for the light.
About the Creator
Samantha Joy
Connection though communication is my dearest calling, and it takes many forms- as an artist, writer, photographer, linguist and storyteller.
Instagram: @ramblin_sam_joy
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