Seeds

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Seeds

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It is sad how life changes, emotions dwindle

as the light of passion with the years subside-

And I try to hold on, something must be worth

to keep tucked away when it’s cold outside

and loneliness grabs on, something left to spindle

in the everyday that was left from life-

Moving on it’s easier if there’s a place to go

and fresh ground to sow seeds we never scattered,

hoping maybe passion finds a place to rise

and in late Spring blooming our dreams left shattered

into something new may then sprout and grow.

~

H.O

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.”

― Robert Louis Stevenson

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Forever

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Forever

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In young death we live forever-

Time stripping dreams from aging flesh never

as never footprints to fade on paper roads

we traveled,

while life slowly unraveled

into a short lived story condemned

to an existence of words we penned.

And age turn emotions into regrets

when love carelessly forgets

to stop by and stay.

So we die young to keep sins at bay

hidden in rhymes written in haste,

for years past youth become waste

if dead poets live forever-

H.O

Passing

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Passing

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In the cold of spring’s eve, I thread wishes

into the fabric of my life, tattered and frayed

with years leaving marks in the stitches

left from past lovers and harsh winters.

I taunt the flesh while I slowly fade

into the emptiness of days, forgotten

and lost in between the wrinkles of time

while I pause to contemplate what’s mine,

and with trembling fingers I seek

the tenderness weaved underneath.

~

H.O