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 Deep Poetry



DonatePrivateId: 8821.04.2008
By:  GHKadmin  
Moving On.
Beset by the enchanted word
Tossed and striven like storm at sea
Forlorn now all that was shared
The lock is set lost is the key.

In tortured cut that shed no blood
That ran so red yet was not seen
Like breeze blown willow wind withstood
Brought down by thought and deed unseen.

Wounded not from sword or knife
Deeply cut that has not bled.
Time has healed the heart in life
Raised up from the slumbered bed.

To change the mark of timeless scars
That never heals with subdued pain
Keep them held with locks and bars
Holding the past in, yet live again.
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