Blossom

The new excitement adventure dares,

The waiting trailer done,

Now comes the real story,

But why?

With so much stories of the past,

Has to do with the present?

The struggle for love,

The longing for home,

So much trying to prove,

That our hearts aint alone.

While all this did,

 was trying to make dust our flesh.

But that is all in the past,

Cleansed,

Redefined,

Sunshine transpired,

Despair expired.

A blossoming rose,

Healing energy has turned back the tides

Hours pass and torment no longer resides

©Poetic Hans