A bud, so tightly spun,
Yearning to bloom beneath the sun.
Yet fate’s cold breath, so sharp, so deep,
Kept all petals wrapped in sleep.
All dreams had been woven with golden thread,
With light and love, my soul was fed.
Yet silence clasped my trembling hue,
And denied my sky of blue..
A bud that had not yet bloomed!
A bud that never bloomed.
