“Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.”
― Jalaluddin Rumi
Shoots of renewal,
decorate the earth.
In charred wastelands,
restoration can be heard.
The darkened earth
is holy now,
and trodden with life.
Brazen remnants stand and stare,
pity in their eyes.
Casualties of an inferno,
the loss of
immeasurable things.
Humanity arises,
with courage in her wings.
The winds have died,
hope emerges
from the soil
of sacrifice.
Where embers burnt
and flames torched
a land
once petrified.
©allysoally2017
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Renewal… just like magic it is. A lovely poem.
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Thank you, it’s like a fresh start! 🙂
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These are special words and I know and I know you believe in that hope
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Thank you, Abrie, yes I do! 🙂
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Lovely imagery, lovely words, lovely You! 🙂 Happy to meet you 🙂
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Thank you so much, lovely to meet you too! 🙂
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