Lives

byRazzRajen©

What comes
silently
creeps on Us,
not knowing
It is always too
late to know
that which
is Me
has changed

lives to live
left unfettered
withering
in the husk
life
has Made Him.

first soft
drops
of rain
stir the earth.
verdancy
blooms,
pregnant with promise.

Can she
give
what He needs

Will He
take
what she offers



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