In shadows deep, where silence dwells,
And fear weaves tight it's quiet spells,
A spark ignites, a fleeting glow,
A whisper born where none dare go.
The winds may howl, the tempests cry,
The stars may vanish from the sky,
Yet buried deep within the heart,
A flame endures, a work of art.
It sings of hope, it burns through pain,
It blooms beneath the coldest rain.
Through cracks of doubt, it finds its way,
To birth the dawn from the darkest day.
So rise, though chains may weigh you down,
Though heavy hangs the thorny crown.
For every ember holds a fire,
A testament to dreams’ desire.
The ashes fall, the night retreats,
The soul ascends, the circle meets.
What once was lost now takes its flight,
A phoenix born from endless nights.
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Author:
Neonila Rutherford (
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Comments3
Beautifully written, Noenila! A wonderful poetic expression with a nice flow to it. Wonderfully expressed. An easy fave. Welcome to MPS! 🌹👏
Thank you very much! This is very important for me, for English is not my first language and I can still be wrong in some places.
BRAVO
Thank you very much!
You're welcome
I love this, beautifully written with emotion and expression, Great read
Thank you so much for your comment, it means a lot to me!
You are very welcome
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