Trading Time
I'm shouting at my silenceto speak in rhymes of seasons,
remembering bursting buds
unfurling leaves, curling
from tender stems
new life for old,
I would trade time for a moment,
when innocence was ripe
and days were sunny
when it rained.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2013-11-08 at 01:23
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