Today’s rose is well blossomed,
Poison ivy of the past grows still.
Questioning questions on my mind,
Troubling troubles rooted in my soul.
Fallen teardrops vanished in the rain,
Shattered dreams pierced heart in pain.
Venus perished in flame of dismay,
Valkyrie rises from the ashes of vengeance.
Arwen Lee CW
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ivy-of-the-past/
