the layers disappear
on the pavement
of her soul
seconds go by and precious
life spills on leaving
opportunities and choices
there is little time in each quandary
before the bell rings and the
arrow picks a destination
sweet and bitter most of
all
through the soil
are the roots
and as they reach
the point of end
the layers are
healed
but she is not the same
Loved the mental picture! Thanks for sharing! Colega poeta!
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