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By The Love Dog Submitted by Harmonica Date: 2005 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2005.07.23.11.07.16903]] |
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Maybe there just is a silent beauty to you Your emotions charged with rage colors as screams emerge From the mouths of those you visit everyday Who are you anyway and why come to us Stealthy in the night as a deamon of memories lost Boldly in the day as the courier to the sick of heart and limb And what happens when a tree falls Does not the crash of leaves against the ground speak of you Mostly you come in quiet ways surrounded by darkness But when your light is revealed you exhibit a true force Purging dead cells that often steal life away Your manner and your face no longer frightens us The measure of you is really modest and not vane You are just a chosen word for we could think of no other We branded you and kept you buried deep between thoughts and desires And we were wrong because we failed to see your beauty As you have failed to understand us |