Written for the contest sponsored by Constance La France
“A tattered soul isn’t always dark; there’s light within, amidst broken wings. Only a hyacinth heart would see the sun when it rains. ” ~ Quote by Poet I am like tattered twigs on dying trees, facing freckled skies~ watered with blooming grief, as tainted roots of life-lines~ keeps carrying emerald scars, scattered along feathered rain-forests, where devious dragonflies and cross-eyed~ crickets croon remnants of forgotten times. There, fluorescent wild-flowers eavesdrop, mocking tales of my weathered wings. But will the rain ever see how the sun in my soul still spreads rose gold light, across torn skies, adorned with splintered dreams…
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