The Withered Mind

It is easy as it’s difficult

It’s sweet as it’s bitter

It’s clear as it’s confusing

Pleasurable as it’s agonising

The green grasses in the garden waves

It gives reassurance

To a tired, placid soul

The heavens beamed

His heart is watered

A new hope has descended

Entrenched in his being

Like a spring bed he leaps up

He moves with steady steps

All doubts and fear is gone

Lips parted with smile

A smile that will last forever

The withered has risen again.

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