Crop Dusting

by Maple Tree   Jun 5, 2017


Crops grow within my soul
as tears nurture growth.

Nightmares continue to
eliminate weeds that bind me.

My farmer tends to the cultivation
within my beauty, I continue to be
devoured.

The moon flys above
looking for a place to bless;

I've been dusted, annoited
sheltered from being consumed
alive,
by my very own mind.

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  • 4 months ago

    by Ren

    Amazing and beautifully written, Andrea!

  • 4 months ago

    by Brenda

    Damn Andrea, blown away!

  • 4 months ago

    by Em

    Nominated for sure!!

  • 4 months ago

    by Michael

    Amazing, sad in your content Andrea. but beautiful piece of writing

    Michael :)

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