As dragons snap
and tigers flap
enlivened by the wind
a mother’s breath
inveigles death
to fleetingly rescind
its cold decree
allowing glee
some temperate time to bloom
and help adorn
the promise born
of those unmoved by doom.
Are You Reading Me?
2 comments:
For certain, life will go on, regardless of our best (worst) efforts
Hey poetrywithmeaning, where'd your website go?!?
Oz, I agree, but will it be human life? DooDoo DooDoo (Twilight Zone Theme)
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