Leaf-edge thoughts

So in birth and decay

and even death

there are lines that life erase

and lines that journey returns

the heart line and the head,

life line and the fortune-scripting,

Chlorophyll days are awaited, lived, lost

and longed for

in the browning of exuberance

and the greening of theft

and text gets merged with subtext

somethings get buried

and some surface

we read and read

and learn and un-learn

in the archival sunlight and funereal night

of our momentary passing. 

[inspired by the photography of Hiranya Malwatta]

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