SEEDS GLIDE AS YOU BLOW
ON THE SOFT HELD UNIVERSE;
DANDELIONS GROW
EACH AN EASY VERSE,
BUT LOVE IS HARD. TO PLANT WEEDS
TAKES YOUR BREATH – NO WORDS.
LOVE PARACHUTES SEEDS
SPREAD ABOUT ALL – NO BEES, BIRDS;
SOME LOVE IS QUICK LUST.
LOVE IS HARD AND RARE
TO CULTIVATE, WITHSTAND DUST
A FLOWER NEEDS CARE.
The ease of lustful apathy takes breath,
but cultivated love is overstepping death.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 4:20 AM UTC
SEEDS GLIDE AS YOU BLOW
ON THE SOFT HELD UNIVERSE;
DANDELIONS GROW
EACH AN EASY VERSE,
BUT LOVE IS HARD. TO PLANT WEEDS
TAKES YOUR BREATH – NO WORDS.
LOVE PARACHUTES SEEDS
SPREAD ABOUT ALL – NO BEES, BIRDS;
SOME LOVE IS QUICK LUST.
LOVE IS HARD AND RARE
TO CULTIVATE, WITHSTAND DUST
A FLOWER NEEDS CARE.
The ease of lustful apathy takes breath,
but cultivated love is overstepping death.
sonnet haiku two
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