(c) 2022 by Michael L. Utley
(#223)
sorrow begets joy
from the ashes of my soul
a columbine
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(#224)
what can harsh words rend
that kind words cannot assuage
the healing rain
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(#225)
under starless skies
my heart sings a silent dirge
night wind in the trees
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(#226)
my regrets are mine
my shame wears my haggard face
my soul weeps alone
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(#227)
vagaries of life
my heart’s buoyancy in doubt
on my soulless sea
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(#228)
what my heart demands
my mind cannot comprehend
and my soul rejects