Paragon
SHORT VERSION
Deep, in the voids of scattered bones,
in the dare
of the miasmic zone- lies a
mischief- bright,
in the depths of darkness,
where shadows bloom
their blight and stone.
There,
a little messenger
dares to rise,
defying the gloom and enchanting the realm.
~With fragile petals,
kissed by rays of inner light,
she brings a glimmer-dance of hope like a
Saintly paradite.
Her peridot heart jots a tiny plot to hit the spot on,
where sorrows dwell.
Sways incandescently humbles essenely.
mumbling a fluouric prayer.
The little flower stands fertile,
casting an audacity spell
of good nature
and unity.
It is there! Just look at it well,
well it is sitting there like a living gold!
Crystal on burning aspire,
molting fluora feather wing
has become in her maturity like
a desert rose.
With paragonic scent of petracore,
like whispers of forgotten dreams,
of innocence,
imbue of love's alien soil.
Seeds innuendo, in a dojo of love.
A transplant of the great
transparent sea, of hope-
beneath a starlit sky above,
where dreams seed in,
where the universe whispers,
she reminds us to "Believe."
In wishes beyond the stars.
Copyright ©
Jude Herrick
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