Sunday, 19 April 2015


Like a dessert, a love runs dry;
As slowly, my heart I bubble
A heart bleeds high
Plainly, a dirt I trample
Under meek and humble

Sorrow seem a curse
As boot for boot, endless match my words
Hmm! My dears fight my wins
A warrior am I summoned
Does like Moses's eye tale

Dictate our new root?
Or where the rugged cross lie tall
An abode for our foot
Words once sweet as honey
Painted cruel like worse

And now swimming in the pool of pain
A child in me is born
My heart is pierced and thorned
As rumors arrowed like pins
Knit my very me

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