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Monday, November 29, 2004

Sometimes it become so hard to see,
There is the constant shifting darkness,
The stars have been blanketed behind the veil,
Strong and impenetrable,


I keep to myself,
Without the hope,
Scared and desireless,


Then the sacred warmth found itself,
Coming to myself,
Then I ask myself,
Could I have lived without you,


I kept to myself,
The darkness was my safety,
It couldn’t give me life,


Where the light has touched,
I saw your face,
Where it came,
I saw your care,


Sometimes it becomes so hard to see,
There is the constant light, bright
Giving me my stars,
There was the you who came,
Saving me in your arms.


by Sukunami Taka
again available at Fictionpress and Poet's Sanctuary

Mused by Sukunami Taka around 10:23 PM

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