sassafras closed her eyes
and felt the sun
it was warm and comforting
the sky was a blanket of blue
the ground a carpet of green
her eyes blinked
rays of colour from the meadow
streamed into her brain
she let herself feel
see, smell and taste
the world around her
for too long she saw anguish
smelt blood and tasted ash
it was time to come alive again
let colour seep into the black
and fill in between the lines
by CASSY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
This is excellent!
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On behalf of Cassy, I thank you, Rajiv!
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It’s a beautiful poem with a positive message. Well-written.
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I’ll let Cassy know this. Thank you, Michael!
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Yes!
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Thank you, Ana! 😄
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Ezekiel called those Dry Bones…”Come Alive, Come Alive!!”….
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Ha! Yes! 😆
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Marvelous piece! Love the name “sassafras’
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Especially with what it means too. I thought that was a nice touch. Thank you for reading, Suzette! 😀
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Yes, a lovely touch indeed. And, my pleasure😊
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Awesome!
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Thank you, Tim. Much appreciated! 😀
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