August 14, 2014

Are your roots still growing

Are they just dormant and will wake up and revive

Or have you capt them  

Have you chosen to let the trunk mould 

Wither away 


Nourished by dust and the illusion of rain


feeding of our memories

Of a dream 

seen in the seed born from you and me 


A cactus 

Inside still lush

With the shell and spikes 

Protecting the core

holding on in the changing of colors

In the abyss of a wintering desert in drought 

Giving birth to hope that we will live and reign

Not die for a rain which will never come again.


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