An ashen rose fell upon an open shore.
The winds of change were riding on the tide.
An open Flame flickers in a window frame.
The house sad cold and broken.
No love. No Hope.
A girl lay on a mattress.
Cold and broken.
Shivering and hopeless.
Fearing that hope is lost.
But like the rose she will not sink.
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May she rise in the light of wonder that is within this world.
Andy
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