There’s sorrow moving through the dawn that articulates a beauty only witnessed in the passing of a night, streaks of blue and violet peeled away from evening to hang the rising sun like threads and hold it there before it has the strength to hold itself.

There’s wonder in the blackest shadows guarded by the petals of unopened roses.

There’s hope within the pain inflicted by their thorns that I’ll be close enough to see them bloom.

#london #england #chelseapark

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