stroll along the gravel
gusts of wind remind you
epiphany is your feeling of love
smiling and blushing
look out the window
useful only for what it can do
a medium for the experiences
for its the only way to see the world
gaze at the length of the line
ponder a moment for it leads you
for you it has always been an unknown
risk it, abandon the apprehension
not blindly, not foolishly
seek the light and the truth
foresee craters in the road
forsake the hearsay of the faceless
for you see, i am at the end
waiting at the extremity of the distance
still watching the amaranth rose
its petals ravaged by the raindrops and the cold
it rests upon icy fingers
held out in reach of you. only.
place your hand gently, on its stalk
encompassed in icy shards of time
no.
still.
there is still warmth.
solely within the rose.
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