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POEM: Flowers


The monster toppled under its own weight,
taking many of those it had terrified with it.
As the creature decomposed, returning to soil,
crops sprang up in its place:
ripe fruits shining in the sun;
nourishing greens covering the earth.
Where once had been screams there were songs,
knitting the past to the newborn future.
This is the way of monsters and of what follows:
Fear will lose to flowers.

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17 April 2024
Charlottesville VA
NaPoWriMo Day 17

Published in My poems NaPoWriMo2024 Palestine Poetry Politics & Activism


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