peach flesh, against flesh
aging, withered and worn
dry as a desert without a drink
your pulse beating
pitted against time
the rhyme has rhymed
again
we must change
as the seasons
teach us
Peach Foto by
BadrS
© 2010
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peach flesh, against flesh
aging, withered and worn
dry as a desert without a drink
your pulse beating
pitted against time
the rhyme has rhymed
again
we must change
as the seasons
teach us
Peach Foto by
© 2010
I love your foto so much, thank you 🙂
there is music in your words. It was beautiful
Thank you Jackie, I hear it too I’m glad you do…
The sands slipping thru your fingers and blowing in the wind.
Thank you my dear Lord Hicks…
Lisa,
I love the ending. We need to all listen with an open heart to the many clues we’re givent to lead a good life. Great poem.
xoxo
Roz
Thank you Roz, indeed! 🙂