The best art comes from pain,
The best flowers come from rain;
I’ve cried a million tears
Because we’re through –
I’ve watered a forest,
Desiccated it,
And magically
It regrew –
The power of the artist
Will forever live
Through and through;
Dark sky is temporarily
And soon will come blue –
And the birth will arise
From the death
Of your hue.
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That is so beautiful!
Thank you for your comment, Lisa.