Addictive
once you get
to writing poetry,
you become addicted
to the art,
you cannot stop
until you
pop out like
a bud into a
full blown flower
and you know
what is next,
the wilting and
falling but you know
what is next,
the hibernation
of the seed
the drying and
cracking
it is a cycle
but it is so beautiful!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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