Little seed

She, like a dried rose,

never perishes,

never loses her scent.

Our memories are intertwined,

her blood created my veins.

Though black clouds used to roam,

the sweet seed from the magic-weaver,

that we planted,

invited sunny drops of tranquility.

~ by Aquatic Poetry on August 16, 2012.

2 Responses to “Little seed”

  1. Beautiful!

  2. thank you.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: