Exquisite

Richard M. Ankers - Author



Born from between wooden epidermis

From the cold, hard wood of winter

No more than a dash of colour

A speck of light against ochre flecks

You evolve, transforming

A slow unfurling

Into what?

Into why?

Into life, the filter for all we breathe

You are exquisite

And you shall come again


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