A Rose Unfolding
Tears, quiet, dead, useless tears falling,
Sorrow from a deep chasm of endless grief;
And my soul and heart are always weeping,
Stealing my happiness, life, like a thief;
And I am left broken, drifting like a leaf.
O Lord, whisper courage for my journey,
It is a hard choice to leave the past behind;
I want to soar like a wild bird happy,
Like a rose unfolding her petals in time;
To ride the wave of life, to seek and to find.
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June 22, 2014
Poetry/Quintain/A Rose Unfolding
Copyright Protected, ID 06-578-396-22
All Rights Reserved, 2014, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Hard Choices,
sponsor, Dr. Ram Mehta, Judged 07/2014
Tenth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2014
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