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Old Man

 

This far down the road, a cloud of dust 
raised and stirred by writhing dragons
is his history, should he care to look back.
Today he will focus on frozen explosions 
flowers, solely for the beauty. 
Truly enthralled thus, the old man 
is not yet so foolish to imagine
he grows to understand them, or himself
any better. A certainty is
the power of good taken to heart
wilderness kept from the clearing.

 

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 27th Mar 2022 17:36

A lovely poem, Adam. Some haunting images, or allegories.

Holden Moncrieff

Sun 27th Mar 2022 02:58

A very beautiful and thoughtful poem, Adam! 🌷

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