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Seed of the Forest

Words by Dawn 11/11/18


Light on the stage

With the pages so bare

Exposed and waiting, longing

Not belonging in this leather bound book

The spine cracked

Still waiting

Words taunting

This face still haunts me

Bare, bound, encased yet exposed

Where’s the flicker

In this room

A small spark of light

So slight

So fragile in this space

It burns, it snaps

A crackle to the wick

It burns

A flame so small engulfs the shadows

Nowhere to hide

Nor need to abide

A light

A seed

So young

A forest yet to come.




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