And so, the day came
as words pierced through like glass
I stood and watched as time went by
unfurled as petals of desiccated rose

Our heart is a fickle fiend
its answers buried in the eyes that weep
a pool of regrets can never mend
what once was woe shall have a peaceful end

Forgiveness is the aroma that
roses spread long after a hand has crushed it
when we strive to choose love over hatred
yesterday stumbles and tomorrow begins

 

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Posted for ‘Midweek Motif’ @ Poets UnitedΒ 

& Posted on Open Link Night @ dVerse Pub

and on ‘Monday Writes’ @ My Blog – Verses

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