A touch, a tear, a jeweled emotion
Shrouded in ages of mystery
Is it now? Is it past?
Desperation wars with privacy
A battle rages, rages, rages
it sings of deception, old and new
Brutal winds blow misery and doubt
She writes of her life long past
of the coldness that is to come.
Does life, her life, mean anything?
Does she matter?
The cold winds answer No
1 comment:
An excellent piece of art. My heart swelled with emotion upon reading it. Brava. Thanks for sharing.
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