Day 1503, elegant end.
An elegant line
flows
out of discarded
life
~
it’s roots disappeared
in the distance
~
it’s end
joins
that fate
Day 1300, silent.
Death
hangs down
its silent
body
~
waiting
for an other
end
Day 1213, feel.
From soil
in the shadows
we grow
up
and some
feel the light
of dreams
Nochrisis
Day 1209, deep.
In my sleep
I sometimes
wonder
deep
in old forests
among the lizards
and wizards
Nochrisis
Day 1173, an audience.
From a little seed
moved
in welcome soil
natures past
plays here rimes
to grow up
in poetic forms
to invite
an audience
to sow
a new seed
and give it back
your soul
Nochrisis