trust is scarce
a rose in the sand
a fleeting chance
in this dying land
where once was lush
this land with trust
it's flowers grew
with each dawns' dew
but darkness came
with torrid fire
and famine spread
with burning desire
the days grew short,
and flowers too.
trust was gone,
replaced with blue.
then a spark
a glimmer of light
blue eyes opened
compassion within
a flower grew,
it dared to fight.
with nurture and care
trust grew strong
a tiny frame
wisps of blonde
brought to life
what had waited so long
and so grows the garden
it's contents golden:
trust
affection
kindness
reflection
loves' great ability
to soften,
yet harden
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