by September 11, 2016 0 comments

Now rising, now giving, now flowing,
Winding, testing its tendrils towards the sun.
Blossoming, straining, slipping,
Secretly budding before the hollow eyes
Sense its growth, coming then with shears,
To cut down the tender stems.

editors note:

Let hope shine brightly; blind the hollow eyes. – mh clay

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