I start tapping
not knowing where this poem will end
like
sowing seeds to the ground
not knowing it will thrive into
a luscious green carpet lawn
or
a savage weed patch
We started this journey together
with
unknown curiosity
unquenchable thirst
not knowing how it will unfold
another Merlot gone sour
or
a dark chocolate strawberry fondue
slowly melting
enticing for more
and more
Isn’t that the beauty of life? The hope that the seeds represent, yet not knowing if we’ve tended them carefully? Lovely post, Cassa!
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Good morning and thank you R!
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Great poem, my dear.
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Thank you G, that made me happy!
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My pleasure, dear.
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Random thoughts
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Yes you may call me Miss Random! I love it!
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Ok Miss huntress and Miss Random
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