Of Plight, Spring and Prose!

There are defining moments when the blossoms bloom in spite of the wind, the reeking dryness of the ice cold plies of travelling light amid concrete, in speeding flight to grasp a sparkle of light, or a quick breeze of air, before their spines crumble and the petals back in despair!

These are the moments when and where, my eyes come fixed in constant stare... and then the nights takes away the plight with restless sleep!

You see, in the midst of all this, all this whirling and twirling, forth comes the sun, then the moon, all too sudden, all too soon... amidst all this noise so out of place, this stone grown pile of grace, and disgrace... so out of pace; the flowers I can see leap for a breath of air! amidst of all this despair, there are flowers out there, stealing their place in time! like the winds plying through the cracks in our old souls, one sweet glance at the braided bedding dawn, against the winds, the sudden winter, and stone! One quick strife for freedom, and then... all is gone!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

There are plights of people, places and nations and there are flights of fancy , reality and freedom. Spring is of renewal midst the despair and then the rebirth of dreams that can come true. I hope you keep in grace the hope of your dreams and leave the disgrace for the enemy. An excellent write...:)...............

[A.r. Bazian]

Thank you so much for your kindest review. I'm so glad you liked it, and that you feel it... its a pleasure!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. ...:::::))))))

[Sami Khalil]

"grace, and disgrace... so out of pace; the flowers I can see leap for a breath of air! amidst of all this despair, there are flowers out there, stealing their place in time! like the winds plying through the cracks in our old souls"