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Life is not kind, her charity is to
Take away all we love in increments
Of substantial unsubtle pain and strew
A blizzard of tears into regiments
Whose strategy is to prove we live in
The shallow grave of time, barely covered
By anything we touch; for we are kin
To the sun, and sunlight has discovered
Us and planted her flag of life upon
Our hearts and superheated our senses
Until words, laughter and tears become one
And wisdom knows feelings have no fences.
Feelings are the sun within and their light
Is the personification of sight. |
| Posted: 19.4.2008 at 04:49 | Read 99 times | 0 comments | Leave Comment |
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