Baked into the Matrix:
Baked into the Matrix:
Scintillant voices
lift the cradle from the grave
Apache Tears wisp
pillows of lava in green
A crash of glass belts out hymns
Cords of scarlet thread
tethered to Waxwing’s tarsus
A gathered harvest
has ripened for the breached seige
This city of palms sings psalms
Deep in the forest
Wild Violet Wood Sorrel
Heart shaped leaves folded
like a child’s valentine
a message of love, not war
©️Winter Dawn Burns
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Love: “Heart shaped leaves folded/like a child’s valentine”
Thanks for your kind comment, Pam and for reading my poem!