The Crocus and the Daffodil

The crocus and the daffodil will poke their careless naive selves through the wall of March dirt and the big killing sun will stay suspended longer over our bowed reverent heads paying homage to our wishful thinking and all the while we keep it chained, the deep defining terror burning holes in the fabric of our best intentions and on and on, this will blow like the continuous wind of sex and passion into the gritty days and nights of August when the truth you hide will claw its way out of that tiny hole you call adoration and with it the end will say hello just as we are parting to say goodbye never to return for this or any other spring.

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

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