Beauty

I’ve known you long before the time
when I was losing the number of my pilgrim steps
and their imprint in the dust
on a path whose gates were misty.

resting my soul in a crossroads of sorrow
I found you next to me and deep inside
just to discover that among the thorns of my heart
you are the blooming beauty.

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memyselfandela, 2012

photo: memyselfandela, 2009