The way the tear drops,
Rolling down my cheek
To hang for a moment
Off my chin,
It melts a path -
A crescent
Through my face -
And falls to extinguish
Soul's delight.
A salty little bomb
Explodes - a catalyst
For the dead seed
To sprout in my chest.
Attending to my plot of earth,
Silent prayers of wonder
Ascend to the one who
Understands the mystery
Of fresh blossoms / blooms.
The shallow roots of feet
Find new strength
Walking over foreign land(s),
Yet Time blows (over all)
And flowers wither before
That scorching wind.
Step outside yourself to see
The Earth swallow you up -
The wind leaves no legacies.
4th and last section to be completed soon.
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