Poem: From Shadows a Rose
Hidden behind shadows, sinking despair,
Fraught today bleed dewdrops, slow upon cheek,
Feet asunder betwixt, forward a stare,
Forgiven cast aside, plunder not meek.
Dawn awakens painted clouds, aside dark,
Forgotten friend, night's closest companion,
Fading lights, new reality spoke stark,
Alike droplets plunders, muddied pathway.
Stands closer, afar lessens, heart quicken,
Silent breaths cast, gentle soften breeze stirs,
Boughs tremble not, sway of song, ears listen,
Heard whispers, rays bring flowers grows new hope.
Pathway not long lost turns, 'tis love lie close,
Radiance peers, color greater than sky,
Brightness lead, feet dance, softly grows a rose,
Hand meets touch, opened soul, 'tis friendship.
. . . for friendship . . .
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