Memories...
glisten from naked skeletons,
hung like sharp glass
shining in a sea of regret.
Petals...
plucked to breathe,
to survive the harshness
of winter.
Flesh...
oblivious to snow's chill,
caressed by the warmth
of inner compassion.
Flowers...
emerge at random
amid a carpet of thought,
recalling the summers
of happier times.
Fresh growth...
cupped in the
palms of future,
regenerating amidst
a cloak of bleakness.
Icicles...
drip languidly in the face
of desire, of strength
and determination,
as the calling of spring echoes
amidst a forest of hope
and the promise of
life anew.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC
Memories...
glisten from naked skeletons,
hung like sharp glass
shining in a sea of regret.
Petals...
plucked to breathe,
to survive the harshness
of winter.
Flesh...
oblivious to snow's chill,
caressed by the warmth
of inner compassion.
Flowers...
emerge at random
amid a carpet of thought,
recalling the summers
of happier times.
Fresh growth...
cupped in the
palms of future,
regenerating amidst
a cloak of bleakness.
Icicles...
drip languidly in the face
of desire, of strength
and determination,
as the calling of spring echoes
amidst a forest of hope
and the promise of
life anew.
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