There,
Among the petals of a dying Rose
A healing force gives presence
To a thought
Still,
Atop a frozen hill
Warming sun breaks into crystal ice
And a drop of life appears
Look,
While the delicate whisker of a mouse
Passes over one fine seed
And life remains
Why,
When all the World is in
A heralded struggle to continue
Must we destroy?
Surely,
Good, will touch and sustain a heart
That yesterday melted, to drop life
Onto one tiny Rose seed
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