The evening sun was set to set
an errant ray lit up a gate
a broken lock rusts on the ground
the air verdant with eerie sounds.
A path strewn with barbs and boulders
nippy cold hugs twiggy shoulders
what lays inside—a roll of dice—
the halls of hell or paradise?
She inched she halted at once she crossed
she crawled in vines of Spanish moss
inside his garden she was reborn
a blooming rose without her thorns.
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SecretLove ©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
January 30, 2021 | OC California
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