Return to Beauty
Autumn now, a single crocus blooms
And calls my soul to worship and adore.
Each passing year I see it rise between
The paving stones and I have seen before
How souls in anguish struggle towards the light
When all the darkness of the world surrounds
And only seems inevitable the night,
The darkness that in human hearts abounds.
Yet spring in all its glory will arrive,
And hope shall bloom again and men shall strive
To find the light and reckon not the cost,
Return to beauty all that once deemed lost.
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