Poetry by Emma Gostonczik
Buds of growth from nothingness
A bit of earth bears life
When humanity has fallen
The tree of life hears our cry
It whispers its song
A tuneful melody lifts us high
It’s calling, I hear it
Time to sing along
I shudder in desperation
I yearn to live and grow
Sweeping away yesterday’s end
This is my gift to you
Come, gather in my arms
For my limbs long for your touch
I am the giver, beholder of life
And you are my saplings
the end
what is it
a final chapter or a prologuei take in my last breaths deeply
vivid sensations of color and light
indulgence in what before seemed mundane
it was then i knew my last breath
may once again give lifethe end
what is it
a final chapter or a prologue
i take in my last breaths deeply
vivid sensations of color and light
indulgence in what before seemed mundane
it was then i knew my last breath
may once again give life