
Should we
smell so sweet
in tolerant nature
when within its walls
lie death and victims’ cries?
To scent this growth would be criminal, yet
we do, and we douse it with water – the flame
that gives it fragrance –
and when it blossoms wide enough to flourish,
we are as doomed as a black thumb should be.
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Author: Anita Lubesh
I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now..
I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog.
I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.
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Ahh!
This is superb.
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Thank you very much, and for reading!
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Sure.
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Powerful words.
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Thanks, Elaine.
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I am adding this to my favorites page on my blog. Excellent!
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Well, thank you very much, Dorinda.
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It’s my pleasure 😊
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
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You’re welcome Anita.
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Nice~
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Thanks, Tammy. Yeah, this world is crazy and is going crazy(ier).
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I know….sigh
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