Lucifera Santez (4th feb / Belize)
The stark whiteness is all I see,
Perhaps it’s just reflection,
Of conflicting emotions in me,
Every facet with a brilliant glow,
On the brink of that snow,
But something else catches my eye,
A scarlet shade in that austere white,
A rose blooming,
Its thorns frozen,
Leaves the darkest of emeralds,
It’s just a small torn corner,
Like pious part of my soul
Trapped in confines of a sinner’s heart…………..
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