The Meaning

by Rania Moallem   Jun 26, 2020

Are we more than emotions and clay?

Flesh and bones
that dance and ache
in race with time.

Ignorant of how fast the days
and how slow the minutes.

A green twig
that flourishes by the sun
but withers in the cold.

Always in rush to grow roots
to dig and grow
and yet,
only to decay.


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  • 1 week ago

    by Gracy Judith

    And yet another beautiful poem...lines to reflect on.

    Loved it!

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