My Promise #writephoto

For Sue’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Tokens -#writephoto

A promise to render from myself,
a promise to keep forever.
Seasons, winds and life may change.
But I shall stand affirm in my word.
True as vastness of the sky,
and white love from moon.
As deep is the red for poinsettia-
bleeding flesh of heavenly embodiment,
in such a depth runs my source of words.
An autumn leaf for you-
a mix of red and  brown and orange.
When the whole season is beautiful,
do not look for beauty only in those maples,
but seek for hidden mysteries,
away from your sight or
hidden in plain sight.
The only time when death is beautiful,
and not cried upon.
There are leaves around,
to be crumbled and broken.
Listen to their voices ‘neath your shoes,
and hear those trees while they shed.
Secret of life, they might,
pass down, if  interested.
The two buttons be defined by you,
not by those colors of same birth.
I leave it to you for eternity,
let them be together every time.
Orange be your blood and
red be your soul.
Orange be contained but,
not the red- let it float and float and float.
Feather of a raven be the last.
Do not be fooled dear one,
for this be the most precious.
One intelligent black fellow,
has carried this on his wings,
being travelled to the two worlds,
one wise compass this can be.
Drop it and seek your path,
it might whisper the truth.
lest winds should dominate.

And whenever you see a face,
or something like a face,
with these three omens near,
trust me,
I have been keeping my promise,
from the beginning and even now,
even when I am defined by a piece of rock.

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