Worlds apart from endings start
this fragile flower blooming,
in winter's kiss no summered bliss
awake each day exhuming.
Ashen gray yet still convey
the heat of storied burning,
in springing hope of fire I smote
the longing and the yearning.
Words too cold on wanton ears
the fears our time retracted,
justice shone as warmth is gone
and judgment is exacted.
Penance found of love renowned
in what now you find pleasure,
worlds apart from endings start
dear fragile flowered treasure.
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