.
Antipathy stirred
Indignation awakened
Emotions released

Turbulent impulse
Words of vengeance delivered
Revenge flows sweetly.

A shadowy room
Embers fade to a dull glow
Eyelids slowly close.

SO,THINGS ARE MOVING FAST,
I, DON'T KNOW, IF, THEY LAST!

Gliding through the gates of the garden
Rustling her fingertips across rows of roses
Bethany brought balance.
From her delicate arms flowed endless life
Generosity poured and beauty rebirthed.
A butterfly that actually stayed.