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Poem written about love, pain and love. |
| Don't let incinerated letters define the day If actions tenderly mend the fabric of time. The eyes still see impressions on the table The hours stir the dust and leave their brand Sunlight brushes past the clouds. We hear the whispers scream yesterdays plea Forgive the wrinkles on the skin. Bring forth the embrace of stone. Don't forget the reason you picked up the shell The sand has given up its ransom. For today, I'm here to see your charity. |