A Yearning… On June 4, 2019 By AfricasculptorIn Longing, Love, Nature, Poetry Since you left, my tummy has been a tomb for carcasses of butterflies …. © Click to enter a new realm...beyond dimensionsTumblrMoreFacebookWhatsAppEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
They die right after the metamorphosis , when they’re about to flatter. LikeLiked by 1 person June 4, 2019 at 2:40 pm Reply
They flood the chest grounds of autumn leaves and leave behind the winter barren trees to breathe winds that were meant for their wings. LikeLiked by 1 person June 4, 2019 at 2:46 pm
A matter of terminated growth , or just the denial of it ever being possible . LikeLiked by 1 person June 4, 2019 at 2:51 pm Reply
Martyr of the living dead and the dead of the living. LikeLiked by 1 person June 4, 2019 at 2:58 pm Reply
It all stems from emotion , martyrs are either too sensitivity or too numb LikeLiked by 1 person June 4, 2019 at 3:02 pm
The terms of motion emotions are why we are here, Are the thumbs up or down? LikeLiked by 1 person June 4, 2019 at 3:06 pm
As the eyes of the womb walk into the dark light Are we bear yet? LikeLiked by 1 person June 4, 2019 at 3:35 pm
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A case of caterpillars.
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They die right after the metamorphosis , when they’re about to flatter.
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They flood the chest grounds of autumn leaves and leave behind the winter barren trees to breathe winds that were meant for their wings.
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It’s a metamorphosis of cases to caskets.
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A matter of terminated growth , or just the denial of it ever being possible .
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Martyr of the living dead and the dead of the living.
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It all stems from emotion , martyrs are either too sensitivity or too numb
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The terms of motion emotions are why we are here,
Are the thumbs up or down?
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With no option of in-between?
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The legs of the womb or the legs of the eyes?
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The legs of the womb will carry the eyes
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As the eyes of the womb walk into the dark light
Are we bear yet?
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Perhaps, or just bare
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