Pure struck with a snowdrop and bit of a luck!
Hope awakens in the morning light.
Pure as white, and gentle at sight,
Luck descends in crimson shine.
Upon the bloom, so small, so bright,
Hope awakens in the morning light.
A snowdrop bows, yet stands so true,
Its petals kissed by the morning dew.
A ladybird pose its fortune’s mark,
Together they ignite with joy from the dark.
About the Creator
C.M.
I speak of spirit, soul, and flame,
Of humanity’s quest, our endless aim.
Religion, memory, stories untold,
Poetry woven with truths, oh! so bold.
Evolution’s path, the heart’s deep call,
Media’s noise, I’ll sift it all.
.
Fair Exchange, No Robberies
Dark Memoirs - Index There are at least two kinds of people in the world: those who write this half-arsed kind of intro to a story that looks to separate the rare and the norm, and those who realise it's an overused framing device and don't.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Chapters
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.