The seedling blooms like lavender.
The golden sunlight shines and we
remember all, the way things were.
Forgive, we do, each enemy.
No secret shadows stand today.
Forgive us, too, both you and me.
Now every tear that turned life gray,
that smeared our pasts into a blur,
He’s wiped away, He’s wiped away.
Written for Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge.
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