The river of Sorrow dams Your being
As bloodless hearts drip with impassivity
Pain pierce screaming beautiful flesh
Indelible, as red swirls down Your countenance
And gather in a mass of gold.
Exonerate its glory,
In the abyss of night.
Scattered is the chime of betrayal
While flesh overrides with pain.
Presence of life meanders down the wells
The ground weeps in accordance
With angels and scarred wings
Comes the tinkling of broken chains
When beautiful breath breathes its last.
~ Charlene Lie
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Tuesday, April 3, 2007
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