Wounds Blossom

My wounds blossom

In early spring

Among the peaches and the plums

Clumps of empathetic petals

In a blinding light, prosper.

 

My wounds blossom

My branches bleed

In a willing abstinence.

Umbra of my being

On display

In the alleys of the world.

 

My wounds blossom

Solitude blooms

Glory flourishes

Among the peaches and the plums

Harvest is coming

Fruity words

Will fall in the baskets of Earth.

 

My wounds blossom

In early spring

It’s time to sing.

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