Fulcrum of a Rose
They say the scent begins in bloom,
But I have felt it in the fold–
where petals hide, and shadows loom,
not where the colour are bold.
It lives between the bloom and bruise,
a hush the sunlight doesn't see.
It stays with those who never choose,
to shine, but still learn how to be.
I found it's centre, soft and small–
and there, I heard my own soul call.
~hita~
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