Buds
uncurl,
Gold unfurls
'Neath the green-grey
Tenderness
Pale crimson blooms
Where old life withers,
Fairies' breath
Make new life glitter.
Magic walks
between the wood
with mists
like silver dust;
Old bark has countless
tales to tell.
Virgin blossoms
beckon, each bluebell
A child earth-born
and not yet torn
Soon to pass into myth.
Where men tread,
A new leaf dead.
*Rajwinraj*
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