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final leap

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winsome willow
leaps in the air

an act of faith
overdue

since the seeds 
of its slow time

were swept into being.

a break in flight
it realises

the satisfaction
in a slow death.

the roots leave 
their shallow home:

sometimes life begins
with death.




Comments

Chaitali said…
Sometimes I have no words to say, more than open my mouth and gape at how your simple words can capture philosophies sages take millions of verses to reach.
Enlightening.
11:29 PM
Anonymous said…
So true!

I mean this geek is a full time genius man. Wisdom expressed in so less words...golden rule... the wisdom of the world is simple .. we humans make it seem complicated
5:35 AM
BrownGirlInTheCloud said…
Wow. Love ur writing :)
9:42 PM
Unknown said…
I really like this one :)
9:05 PM
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