Friday, April 7, 2017

Day 7: Scent of Rust

Surreal Photography by Caracas Ionut

The scent of ripeness
Is the scent of rust;
A complete life clefts
In a mote of dust.
That’s how we begin,
And how we go on.

When ripeness kicks in
Its cousin rust comes;
The taste of sourness
Hides in the sweetness.

Life is light and dark.
Fate is good and bad.
Opposites collaborate
In a field of grain
Making it all blend.
Ripeness points to the end
And makes way for rust.
And rust confounds us all.


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