Delight
Daisies smile
leaning toward
the sun
as playful laughs
echo in the wind.
These moments
of delight
embrace a
wounded heart.
All is never lost.
A spark,
a hope,
a gentleness
clings never
letting go.
The scent
of roses
fills the air
as the sun sets
majestically, an
overfloat
of color.
. . .
Poetry is not only dream and vision;
it is the skeleton architecture of our lives.
It lays the foundations for a future of change,
a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
—Audrey Lorde
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