Rain Alchemist

Worm moon and the dead

A worm moon tonight,

Welcomes the vibrance of spring, 

Colors of life and hope, 

But me, glued in time, 

Staged as reddish brown autumn, 

Buried underneath a winter grave. 

Barely alive,rotting bit by bit, 

Eaten slowly by the earthworms, 

molding my former shape to debris, 

From the earth that I had once risen, 

Is the earth I have now become, 

But even in death, 

I haven’t lost the dream of green, 

Because I know someday, 

From my caracas, there would be, 

A sprout of spring!! 

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Published by Rain Alchemist

I am Vinayak and I go by the poetry name Rain Alchemist. Writing has been my passion from a long time and this blog is to contain the reservoir of my work. I am not a genre specific writer, I believe thoughts have endless forms and can be shaped into any genre. I am grateful that I can express my thoughts through my poems and writings. I love reading great work and would be delighted to meet like minded poets and writers. That's all for now, and yes, if you do visit my blog, do say hello, I would be delighted if you say hi. Thanks

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