I remember then
Walking through the fallen leaves
Floundering in good and bad memories
Thinking the thoughts that no one ever hears
Watching the skies’ golden draperies
But between then and now
Change in all things is sweet
Flowers of hard times sprouted from a seed
Planted in mind in the hour of deepest need
Watching them bloom right below my feet
I remember now
Thorns and roses grow on the same tree
By all those beautiful flowers, that be
And they bloom only when
The sun meets the rain
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