bloom again

Fri, 01/14/2022 - 14:48 -- dorankc

i felt as if i were rotting in the cold, 

when people found what the foxes left as the snow begins to melt

they'd whisper, 

                      "someone was here".

 

perfectly preserved bones,

left in a field of wildflowers for some unlucky traveller to find.

 

but once more, i felt life blossom 

in these cold ancient bones

when you spoke my name.

This poem is about: 
Me

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