For dVerse Poets Pub | MTB where Laura is our hostess.
Meeting the Bar: Legs Eleven
Still the Morning Comes
Some days arrive wearing the weight of rain
Still somewhere dawn rehearses light anew
The heart may wander valleys lined with pain
Yet small wildflowers insist on breaking through
The sky remembers blue beyond the strain
And tired wings recall what they once knew
Though storms may visit leaving ache to reign
The soul still leans toward something bright and true
We rise again through sorrow and surprise
We gather strength from where the silence sings
We learn that hope survives in hidden things
Hope I understood the prompt correctly.
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With love, coffee, poetry, and stardust,
— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫
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