Lavender
Beautiful, soft, lavender
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Fell from the heavens to blanket
The cold hard ground
The steel and concrete are
Soaked, like pillows, from the rain.
Like the flower girl before
The procession who spreads
The warmth with her fingertips,
Something, someone dawned on me
The truth.
And slowly, my heart unthawed.
It was no longer callous,
No longer cold.
I thank the messenger,
An angel of sorts,
Who injected her wisdom
Into my shriveled veins.
And brought back
The dying hope
In what I was living for.
Sa aking mahal na bituin. (Filipino)
Copyright © Jonathan White | Year Posted 2009
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