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Old Roots, New Growth

The ever-turning cycle.

By Algernon LockePublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
(Rebirth)

From old roots, new growth.

Anchored in mother-earth’s soil,

Kept safe and well fed.

~

Now comes the storm clouds.

Pregnant with promise of rain.

Cleansing what’s been hurt.

~

It brings with it wind.

Swells of discarnate power.

Fanning flames of death.

~

Fire tears it all down.

Mourn not. In its wake rises,

Life sinless and new.

surreal poetrynature poetry

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Algernon Locke

Amateur writer powered by cheese and unholy spite. I like writing fiction. What kinds? All kinds! Poetry, stories, songs. I'm still finding my place in the literary world. With reader critiques and feedback, I hope to learn and grow.

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