Sleeping in fear waking in shame
But suddenly now I see
We will not be damned
A blue rosemary in ecstasy
Blooming to beat the band
A blue I never knew
Could ever come again
Now in cold January when
Everything else is dead
A bubbling spring tumbling down
Enough blue to heal us all
And if I get up close
The spray of it on my face
The very scent of hope
I taste and am born again
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