Here is a rose for you
grown of this thorned chest
where breath so long scraped
tatters into song.
What May
Rise, even now.
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Loving this one, Stacey. Especially the last two lines.
Have a great day.
Michael, thank you. Wishing you a beautiful day : )
There is beauty in the pain of suffering.
Fine words.
Thank you, friend. Wishing you many moments of beauty, in many forms.
Thank you…and the same to you.