Lugh’s Garden

New roads
Taken slowly,
Lead beyond horizons
As surely as those taken at
A run.
Without
Expectation,
One may find bright flowers,
And time to enjoy the beauty
They bring.
The tears
Which flow from pain,
Make stars shine more brightly,
When one’s eyes open to behold
New roads.

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