Hidden Powers
A wilted rose still has her thorns,
a ruined home still has its stones.
A mirthless Queen still has her throne,
a sleeping bloom will one day grow.
A fallen star still keeps all hopes,
a frozen stream on spring will flow.
A tired wolf soon more will howl,
a onetime champ will be aye known.
Copyright © Victoria Georgieva | Year Posted 2016
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