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Fragility



broken
torn,
a fragile life,
tattered
bruised
like flowers
on a muddy grave


soft skin,
cut easily
as a finger
falls
in gravity


misted eye
seeing
nothing,
feeling
nothing,
closed lightly.


Hope
nourished
dreams
smile
this night.













Poetry by Morpheus
Read 563 times
Written on 2007-04-29 at 04:59

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