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(I felt empty But no more I sense the hole, A feeling of loneliness, Had coaxed my heart, To the beauty of hope.) The greenness of my earth, Was dwelling in the shadows, Like the late winter's night, My path to love was veiled, By disbelief. My insight was lost, Looking for the answers in the light, Unaware of the flickering flame, That was lit in the dark, Bright. I went looking for the pearl, In the depths of the ocean, Bewildered by its vastness, I stopped my search, Oblivious of the pearl being guarded, By an ugly shell, Lying unseen in the waters, Yet floating in the shallows. I walked the garden barefoot on the grasses, Trying to relish the softness beneath my feet, Unknown of the slits, Which were caused by the rough gravels, Along my path. The blood that poured, Highlighting the rail, Towards the blooming marigolds, Which I travelled. While picking the marigolds, My eyes rested upon, The single thornless red rose blossomed. Fascinated by its beauty, I forgot about my dismay, And went to collect it. A single dew drop rested upon its petal, And the aroma felt rejuvenating, The dew drop was like my unfound pearl, Also the flame in the dark that was flickering. I looked in the dew drop with careful eyes, And it was like a small mirror, I could see my reflection looking back at me, A sudden recognition calmed all my fears. I was being embraced, By the gulf of pleasant air, And the earth sent ripples of joy from beneath. I could hear the birds singing of love, And the sky blessing me from above, And the freshness of the approaching spring, I could breathe. The beauty of the rose, Had beautified my barren land. A sense of contentment, Washed all over me. The gaping hole in me was filled with hope, And I was at last complete.
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