Thursday, July 7, 2016

Words Seep

     Words Seep

As rain drops,
Seep into cracks,
Soft words,
Smoothly seep into soul.

No longer harsh,
Abrasive polished,
Long dormant
Seeds within refreshed.

A little nurture,
New life sprouts,
Once surrendered,
Possibilities awaken.

Each thought precious,
Guard and steward,
Soaked with softness,
Once dead grows.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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