When Life Retreats Death

When Life Retreats Death short poem

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In the tropical section of the Earth,
There stays a transient period.
Brimful of relief and silence,
that thresholds peace
to any and all living blood.
Then the commitment reverses,
and brings a modest scuffle.
After a prolonged omnipresent silence,
those woody constructions have initiated
to fetch-up their cheerful hues.
The dark prison has molten
its bars into dreary tools.
And the skin tearing wind
has lost its fury for
a relief before the imminent challenge.
Landscape gets quite visible,
all courageous have awaken
for the preparation to face
the upcoming struggle for survival.
But wait something is missing.
Move somewhere,
where even the clouds basks in the sun.
Feel yourself, feel others,
close around, feel environment.
How is it?.
“…The fresh breeze blows,
with an essence of spring warmth
and brings a motivation in.
The fragrance steeped in nature
seems blooming. …”
“…The vision is now clear,
and these flowers are substitutes
to those that martyred away.
The pace of life is in a haste
making the twilight segregate. …“
“… In the midst of ebullience chatter,
interrupting calls are rarely heard.
Shouts, screams, hoots and roars
have conquered the shadows,
although the play don’t stop. …“
“Now, the celestials
are no more alone
for calming being the reminisces
of icicles and soft snow,
along hoots and chirps around. …“
“… Why is it so unsung,
unfelt, uncared.
The gates that binds
the two mirrored weathers
the sluggish death and startling life.“

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