Ideals

Ideals

Iron weights
bear down upon tired shoulders;
rusty shackles
cut deep into flesh.

Spring rain
bestows vibrant, green hope;
a rising sun
emerges from pitiless darkness.

Burdens almost too heavy to bear;
blessings too profound to fathom.

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