Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIn the heart of Winter, a Ladybug appearedclinging to my fingers in fragile joy reposed-I put her in the grasses where a LadyBug should bethen thanked her for her blessing...and the doorway closed.Days of darkness looming, hopes of what is fearedlinger in my longing where the future lies enclosed;A box with locks of tresses, in my hands I see -Life, sweet and distressing...deaths yet undisclosed...Still the vision lingers, a day with grasses green,an unexpected beauty before Winter, arosed;Promises impending, a LadyBug was seenand She gave me her Blessing-a Gift of Joy, imposed...Light will come! The Darkness is deposed!
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Published on December 31, 2024 21:28