Sorrow Moves On.

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Within our land of

time and love,

of

blood, sweat: tears,

a girl lays waiting,

waiting

for the dawn of a full moon

and a night sky of stars and suns.

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Within the hollow wind

that is slowly

breaking

into 32 precise shards,

a small pair of hands

attempts to hold the waves

of an ocean love, lines: hate.

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Within the red flame

slowly dying in the

snow,

crystals of the Arctic

are whisked away;

a small pair of feet

walk tremulously towards the kindling,

keeping the fire alive: Sorrow

moves

on.

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December 2nd, 2007.