The rain turns to sleet
With words of faint hope
The harsh granite sky
With a thousand cries
I watch from the dark doorway
I now see it disappear
So mauve and dark blue
Certain of the storm
I came here in cold winter
I climbed the white marble steps
Hoping I would find
All that time has held.
The days of past bloom
With hopes now fashioned
Heals the seasons chill
As I step forward.
The fragile hope in my hand
With love now finally found
The awakening of truth
With the colour of your grace.
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Written for Poetry Jam
