Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Tired stories
from the hells above
Tired hands
resting on love
Tired faces
of miracles unseen
Tired eyes
of beauty and misery in between.

I'ld love to see you this morning
in a velvet gown of lilies
I hope you'll find my eyes twinkling again
For a newfound joy I never had.

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