Weeds

by: Thomas Albritton

An offering of poetry that accentuates our bind with nature….

PurpleWeeds

As these worlds collide as they have in time

One once so pure, that her eyes should always shine from the dawn of time

Of jealously and greed a new seed was spawned

Of the likes that still surrounds

This clash of time has no bounds

As this seed was sown throughout all time

As with the setting of the sun and rise of the moon

One would hope that this weed so sown will soon be gone

If the garden so pure and sweet is not pruned of this weed

It will be no garden so pure and sweet.

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