Love Offering
Caught behind barbed wire
Tangled in a child's shame,
old regrets and fears
We sometimes pierce our souls
in the death grip of our love offerings
Delightful wild-flowers
clutched in hopeful fists
Thrust out from our shadowlands
to be caught by understanding hands
How achingly beautiful we are
in the presence of their tender
and fragrant significance
© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel
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