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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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