Face
Golden honey threw sparkles
on the water, shimmering
warmth tenderly kissed my face
and for a while dried my tears
an empathic helper took my hand
held it for a while so I could face
the burning pain of loss
surging defeat had grounded
a vision appeared in the mirror
held up to me by kindness
beyond the wreckage and sorrow
strength smiled through to my face
| Auteur: killea | ||
| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 03 maart 2011 | ||
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