Alexander929 -> My first poem (5/27/2013 7:24:23 AM)
The clouds plod, plod, plod across,the sky Mundane weight on a spirit tied by a contract unsigned Impetuous the flower struggles under the gloom Undaunted, but unfulfilled.
He offers a break in the clouds A beam of light. Of life. Of direction. Of purpose. Of full and open bloom. Validated and fulfilled. As she must be.