Did you call out to me once?

When the hollow world was filled with beauty,

Often times when you think of beauty, it makes shamrocks of your dreams!

I stepped on stone as I was walking on a rugged tarmac,

It tore at the sole of my feet…

I looked at the tiny spots of blood that tainted the path I tread,

The rain might come and wash it away,

Whenever it thought fit…

The pain did numb, but then,

I was glad for the numb it caused…

In the plain rugged road,

By the side of the rugged tarmac,

I stole a glance to see the shamrock bloom so green,

It did take my thoughts of pain away.

I plucked a bunch, and smelled its freshness,

I nursed my wound with its gentle folding,

It was the balm, I had dreamt of once before.

My thoughts brought forth these words,

As the pain became bearable.

“Just as love is as fresh as spring,

Just as pain is a grudging conviction,

The truest form of all emotions,

Lies in the beauty that is found within the sentiments of freedom”