with colourless skies suffocating a hardened heart

and an iron hand unstringing fraying heartstrings

with a bloody spring haunting my memories

i fell to my knees and hid from the dark

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lilies would often grow between the cracks of cement

i would always admire them from afar

lest my bleeding fingers should mar their beauty

and thus unforgiving seas drowned a chimerical lament

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‘The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our GOD shall stand forever.’

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sorrow and remorse awakened me that clear morning,

and I crawled bruised and broken with grateful relief—

reminiscing with hopeful grief as I was risen from the shores,

and felt my soul begin to soar as my heart began to sing.

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ecclesiastes chapter three verses one to eight