Golden Grains

by ddavidd   Apr 9, 2020


I am
like a buried faithful seed
in search of light
with the flames of reaching
in the shoots of his arms,
his ardents!

I am the undulant sparkle mane of fire
scattered
like the golden grain,
beads of sunbeams,
from the core
of earth and skies’ collision:
the explosion of colours
serenading the rays
of sunshine.

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