Torn asunder
Eternally makes me wonder.
Staring beyond the thunder,
The first flowers blooming.
No need to keep those thoughts looming.
Now’s the season
Focusing on its growth,
It's the only reason.
Come rain or shine;
An experience to truly make it mine.
Although the storm destroys,
There's a multitude of joys.
No longer torn asunder,
Life always has its blunders.
What matters is the time in between.
It's always the things unseen.
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Author:
fauxsabotage (
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- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments4
Welcome to MPS 🙏🏻🕊
A poem of honesty metaphoric and symbolic makes one think. well written.
I like your angle on resolving the issue...with forgiveness. That's the only working solution I know. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a heartening poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Wonderful job and a fantastic message. Well done, my friend. A fave. Welcome to MPS! 🌹👏
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