Poem – Emerald (July 5)

Art, poetry

emerald

A delicate balance
beauty and frailty
so quick to fade
when fate prevails.
Another, so powerful and strong
succumbs to a small flaw.
The meadow shines in the sun
the ground glistens with dew
.       .awaiting to be touched
.       .not with the blood which soaks it now
.       .but by excitement, a chance to be free.
This world is not meant for kind hearts
nor fragile bodies in harsh conditions
it’s a test of will
.       .to remember, to smile
.       .broken hearts, fret not
.       .the emerald fields will glisten again.

Emerald Isle

dedicated to Devon, a life cut short.

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