I sprung up
A new shell
A brave receptacle for desire and sense
A slate fresh.
The morning,
Life’s dawn
Crashed about me,
And I knew,
Hope was a flower
Untouched
Amidst devastation.
If we were only to pluck it
With our frail hands
Bring it close, to our sad hearts,
It would paint the day
With colors translucent
Draining its life into our fingers,
Into our very being.
For as I reentered the cycle,
Into a life coming, to be gone, never retrievable,
All the darkness fell from my spirit,
And I saw with the eyes of the uninitated
I love your poems
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Ooh beautiful! A new day is a truly wondrous thing to behold indeed 🙂
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Thank you!
Meno<3
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Indeed! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment!
Meno<3
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You’re very welcome!
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Love the way you write! You always manage to draw pictures with only a few words!
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