January 23, 2010
In an urban wasteland of starkness and drear,
a single rose unfurls its delicate wings.
It softens the world, a body so mere,
mending a myriad of broken things.
A brave man loses hope as his day fades to night
Long under fire, any change brings relief.
The diamonds suspended at immeasurable heights
illuminate his path as a Divine motif.
When disaster and strife plague innocent souls
The aftermath leads hearts to declare their defeat
Then a glorious prism arcs in iridescence untold,
Urging them their endeavor is nowhere complete
Retreat not from life as a crozier furled,
Appreciate beauty has power o’er an imperfect world

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Milo! said...
Mar. 14, 2010 at 12:31 pm
I really love this. I really like how everyone can relate to this. I hope you keep writing, because this is great. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
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