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Thursday, November 15, 2012


“I’m OK,” she tried,
But shadows tell the truth.

“I'm tired of trying.
I'm tired of crying.
I know I've been smiling,
but inside I'm dying.”

Sounds of sadness paint the present
The drops I feel are not the rain,
instead small worlds of perfect pain.
A cloudless sky collects her tears,
for essence of a rose’s lovely thorn.
Her beauty borrowed eons past,
to lend the world salvation’s kiss.
Come to me, my little one,
I offer rest within embrace.

© Nov 15, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: photo courtesy of PL

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