Black clouds no longer hover.
Bones that ached from darkness
flex with spring.
Emotions thirst like a garden,
when new greens begin to sprout.
When you let love in, life can only
become a catalyst of light.
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Black clouds no longer hover. Bones that ached from darkness flex with spring. Emotions thirst like a garden, when new greens begin to sprout. When you let love in, life can only become a catalyst of light. In a listA contest entry
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