Paradigm shift?(poem)

This gibberish is what I call a warm up poem. I am little bit rustic from a long slumber and thus this.



What forms your agony
what makes you despair
is a fine line in Harmony
with whats not and whats fair

For in everything negative
exists hidden, shy
Surely something that is positive
unseen by the eye

There is Darkness encompassing
unrelenting through the night
But this night is in waiting
for first streaks o' morning light.

A noble heart but into shreds,
shattered to lost love
But its when fragrance spreads
as it is capable to be loved and to love.

It is undoubtedly better
to have loved and lost
than have not known ever
the sweetness of love, 'bout.

It is the Dark clouds
flashing in dark yonder
herald the arriving of rains
with lavish percussions of Thunder

There a mother giving life
to her baby ever in gratitude
prior there; occurred a strife
of pain and the mothers fortitude

Not even a flower withered
is laid a waste
proved by fruits delivered
of sweet smell and taste

Its Gold that comes
through flame blazing
its only the sun that shines
through the Hazing

Cause Life is always
made of roses a bed,
but roses one says
come thorns connected.