Resurrection
My poem in me like gladiola bulbs
Lie dormant winter long
Day after day, night after night
The clouds like crystal powder fell
I waited until the gloom was gone
For sometimes all we can do is wait
And out from the ground a richer song
Beautified my garden with its bloom
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2014
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