Editing ThePromisesOfSpring
In a garden of hanging flowers I walk upon fallen petals; Barefoot in their domain, A shade in their shadows. Once i breathed their fragrance, Tasted their offered nectar. Each has held me captive If only for a time. In my winter i saw them Shriveled before my chill. With me but a season Till i drove them away. In my spring they lay still. No leaf would they turn Nor flower reveal; Lifeless in my gaze. Yet hope is the new plant: Hung on corner rafter, In bloom after a frost, Green amidst the darkness. And despair is its promise. It too has its seasons, And i know too well That winter comes quickly.
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This change is a minor edit.
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