Eternal Flame
Oneness
There's a flame within-
At times a flicker, strong now;
Vapor turns to wind.
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Inhale rising smoke-
The essence of time itself;
Remnants left as dew.
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Waves press, rich and sweet-
Recycled teardrops of young clouds;
My cup spills over.
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Surplus sinks with roots-
Lifted through both limbs and leaves;
Kindle soon to fall.
About the Creator
Pōlani Monderen
Modern-day nomad attempting to share experiences through writing in a natural, unhindered way; leaving only footprints of ink wherever I wander.
Author and illustrator of "The Elements: A Poetry Journal" by Wick House Publishing.
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Comments (1)
Love the line, "recycled teardrops of young clouds"! Well done.