With green as pale as apples, the leaves curl into the buoyant tree
Profiles of certainty
Invoking a deity
Golden promises and purple faith carried away on a butterfly’s wings
Rest at a honey pit covered in tatters, deeper than rough waters.
Starry eyes spiral down the crescent time’s slow decrown
On the back of a moth flying the blotches
To the roots entombed in a leather shroud.
A sacred aura slain
A belief on the wane
With brown as dry as rust, the leaves part from the swindled tree.
The Shroud

Beautifully written poem.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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Oh sweet, iove the images used and the vivid descriptions. Such a visceral marvelous piece, my friend.
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Thank you so much, Lamittan!
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Feel most welcome, my friend. ❤
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Wonderfully penned 💛🙌🏼
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Thank you, Deeksha!
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Absolutely gorgeous, Shruthi! The imagery is stunning. 🤍
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Thank you, Jeff!
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You’re welcome, Shruthi! Always!
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The level of description in this poem is astounding!
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Thank you, Maha!
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I find the emotional imagery in this piece transports me straight into this fine narrative!
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Thank you, Jaya!
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Great imagery 🙂
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Thank you!
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