Love is a stream

of rough pebbles

and black tadpoles

that grow into adulthood.


Soon to hop into

fields of grass,

moss filled ponds,

and shrivelled wood.


Joining fresh rivers,

new ecosystems,

evolving naturally–

never dwelling on the past. 






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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

3 replies on “Tadpoles.

      1. My absolute pleasure. You write very well. I hope you continue to. Peace and greetings from Sui generis 💛