Life’s Tiles

Lifes Tiles prose poem

Photo by Patrick Hoesly

Paper shredding,streaming down like a waterfall at the side.
Flowers begin to appear from the spring line.

Mountains rise up from beneath the surface,
no water at the bottom which will quench the path

Foaming with the hotness of the second layer pealing
like the blood, running; clearly from the chamber of the heart.

Passion with a red-hot flame explodes as the third layer is
running up from the side of the path.

Whiteness is steam lying in wait is the final layer to merge together of life’s
Place in a stepping formation like one,two, three and four, final completion of Life’s Tiles.

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