Every time I bury

Every time I bury a seed

It sprouts from the soil

And reaches for the sky


Every time I bury a little dust

It conspires with the wind

And vanishes away magically


Every time the sky tries to bury the sun

It springs up

And races out in the sky the very next day


Every time I see someone in pain and sorrow

I try to bury my own and help the others

My own sorrows and pain become less bearable



3 thoughts on “Every time I bury

  1. Every time I bury a seed, the spout withers and dies or is eaten by an animal or insect. Glad yours reaches for the sky. πŸ™‚ – I realize that is not what your poem is about, but that’s what Kept thinking about the seeds.


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