As unseated I walk forward
I have always known the rhythms of the moon charged tide
Yet my stomach still moves to hold me human
A great lesson in the chronicles of my breath
Are coloured chameleons flow in stance
And change among passing form
Or a small rose living in a place wanting for loneliness
As it seemed feet found her frequently
And showing still her bloom unrequited
Like the vines lust to be in raptured light
I rise and fall in growth
I take in movements hope
mF
(C) MarkFlood2014
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