Thursday, April 19, 2007

Nurture

A black rose.

Whose beauty is marred only
by life's destructive forces on your soul.

When you are dry,
let me pour myself on you.

And when your petals fall
from lack of light and heat and
you are crushed under
the weight of winter's snows
Let me take and replant you,
till spring comes and you can rise again

Renewed.

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