a powerful urge to live opens hopeful arms to a world of light and full bloom beauty
white and gold wings radiate among blueblack descending ones
pride filled innocent eyes frown at nothing but hurried and frightened doves flying up
doves white as clouds on a sunny day doves grey as a sad storm doves unnatural black as night mingle in a thrilling world
urgent cries of pain and piercing cracks of bones emerge attacking innocence
the world is cruel but the light doesn't drop,it doesn't have to
just remember,scary can hide both good and bad cold can both hurt and indulge and light can both blind and probe.
