The Bloom From Yesterday
Faith is the rose that grows alone
on a cloudy day.
Even though the rain
may take its bloom away,
nothing can destroy its dream
nor end its memory;
even when no one can see
the bloom, except for me.
The dew of youth will come again
upon some other day
and leave its kiss upon that rose
I kept from yesterday.
Janet Marie Bingham
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