winters

blooms

not expected for some

a season of thorns

grown

in abundance

no

flowers

beautiful for some

to feel

no color

wonders aloud

among the crowd

who is that

in so much

pain

one comes forward

but

rain pelts him

to the ground

those born

rethink

aware

unable to offer help

the story ends

sadly for some

desperate

for salvation

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Comments

Ruth Newell Oct. 15, 2011 @ 11:04 a.m.

RZ! Freakin' WOW...you describe 'it' so very well. Endings, too, are beginnings, are they not? Just beautiful. Thank you.

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richzombie Oct. 16, 2011 @ 10:13 a.m.

thank you very much - glad you read / enjoyed it !

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nan shartel Oct. 16, 2011 @ 11:19 a.m.

the depth of this one is like the echo of a long sounding bell of rebirthing

i loved it...whew!!!

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