Let sorrow tug at my shirt-tails for it makes no matter.
I will shirk my clothes
and continue unbound,
traveling the roads high and low.
I will wrap myself in petals of hope,
a chain of memories at my throat,
strung with tears
that sparkle like diamonds.
No longer strangling my breath
it twines,
bringing beauty and light to my future,
for tears can wash the vision clear.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
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