Flow
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1 min readAug 11, 2017
A tree does not decide how it grows -
The way the rings curl around
The acorn- growth,
And rise above the city.
Tendrils reaching into azure ceilings
Where the sky is truly the limit.
Where an hourglass beckons
Momentary minuscule michrochosms
Of the effervescent human heart;
The tumultuous beat
Of frantic footsteps
Mirroring the beating wings
Of butterflies
Like the meeting of a first love.
Caught up in the waves
Drawn by the calling of the moon
She whispers to her kingdom
“Flow.”