• edwyne_18 5w

    Bloom

    Often on the bleakest night

    With neither moon nor stars alight

    Shrouded in the deepest gloom

    A flower rises, brave to bloom

    Often at the darkest time

    When nothing dares a tiny shine

    At the edge of dismal lake

    A pearly gem braves to lay awake

    Nothing gets to make it weep

    Nothing grimly runs too deep

    No mist on it is much too dark

    To mare the beauty with its mark

    Slowing spreading wide its blade

    With no hope of nature's aid

    Fighting of the murky gloom

    A delicate flower dares to bloom
    ©edwyne_18