This quiet beauty of spring lived
a life of ordinary grace
until put to a test contrived
to prove her worthy of embrace;
for she who understand all hearts
and sees those wounds that spare no parts,
she brings release - prosperity -
and weeps tears of new clarity.
When kindness is the blade of choice,
she burns with living gold to show
the good in use we may yet grow;
she stays with us and does rejoice
when we go forth and carry high
the call to answer every die.
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Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
PoetryEvery Monday at http://wondertalesprovidence.blogspot.com I post a reaction to an episode from Star Trek: The Original Series. Thematically inspired by certain episodes, some posts have verses which I have adapted into a series of Pushkin sonnets. E...
