Absurd Continued

surprise comes like a bud and bliss comes like a red flower
so dainty and beautiful but you know it well: a very short moment

like a breath a sigh like a puff of whisper to the ear
it is a show of life, we gather dry leaves and then burn them

we clean the ashes and we wait for the grass to grow back
we anticipate the coming of hope, the rain, the clouds, the sun

sometimes it is all dark, we are blind, and then things, all things
begin to be real, it is all the same, too much light is also blinding.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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