Sanctum.
From
waning buds
to fragrant blooms
withered blossoms
now renewed
amethyst petals
lace the ground…
Your words are
a ballad to
the
soul.
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From
waning buds
to fragrant blooms
withered blossoms
now renewed
amethyst petals
lace the ground…
Your words are
a ballad to
the
soul.
•
Imprisoned
to the depths
of turbid waters
long submerged
is the weight of
a bruised heart
its flesh marred
by the beating
of a tide’s unrest.
Numbed
are her fists upon
splintered walls
the scarlet flow
of secrets divulged
onto a tapestry-
a living portrait
unveiled
for all to see.
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Beauty
weaved from
gossamer threads.
Passions florid
fed by
flames.
Strength
of diamonds-
loveliness undying.
You are a woman, exquisite.
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Dedicated to all whose compassion serves as a light in this world…
Shattered
like a vessel of alabaster
rent for its salve
she is an ointment
poured forth
upon bleeding souls
and wounded flesh
a river of compassion
forged with an oath
fueled by a vision
those hands of clay
guided by light
skillfully molded
with a wisdom
paid with a price.
Tendered
is this touch that
saves and soothes
comforts and mends
strength sustained
by the pulse of
a heart constrained
by its own calling
the candle within
softened by flame
its waxen tributary
a remembrance to
the joys and sorrows
gains and losses
moments treasured
in the care for mankind.
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