As the cotton grows

As the cotton grows

28 July 2016

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Weather beats

Through my aching heart

A chilled start

To mornings

We will wither in deserts

When the sun rises

 

There are rhymes

In my mind’s blue hues

They plant clues

In morrows

When the boatman collects dues

Off my broken limbs

 

Bound in Time

The windmill that sows

Fleshy seed

Ethereal

Glowing through my barren frame

As the cotton grows

 

Reading of the poem: 

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