PUSHED BY LIGHT

by Arthur Smid

Pushed by light
The field to burst,
Our mask to crack,
Flowers are the ecstasy.

Light splits the vapor,
Opening the rain.
Between the colors,
Reflected of pain.

Sprouting green in the sun,
Fibrous thing turns to wood.
Light bursting from a tree,
Flowers are the ecstasy.

The field to burst,
Our mask to crack,
A heart blossoms
From the mouth.

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