Old Roots, New Growth
The ever-turning cycle.
By Algernon LockePublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
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(Rebirth)
From old roots, new growth.
Anchored in mother-earth’s soil,
Kept safe and well fed.
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Now comes the storm clouds.
Pregnant with promise of rain.
Cleansing what’s been hurt.
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It brings with it wind.
Swells of discarnate power.
Fanning flames of death.
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Fire tears it all down.
Mourn not. In its wake rises,
Life sinless and new.
About the Creator
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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