~ Non-Norse Poetry by me ~ 

Healing

Can be tender again the heart so hardened,
Bitter with pain, that seldom pardoned
The grief received nor its own fault
And, unrelieved, feels raw and galled ?

The wounds cleaned by tears´ gentle rain,
Time´s hands may heal, though scars remain;
Until a smile, like spring´s first flower
Will, trembling, shine, sun after shower.

© 2005 Michaela Macha

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