Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Sun

here comes the sun
I'm crying as she comes
praying
she won't show me the scars again

I'd hoped they had healed
I'd dreamed they'd not remain

Her ray's filtering in
the valleys and holes
shown in shadow and high-light

I'd seen them gone
I'd felt them smooth

just a dream
just a dream

one I wish
I had never seen

~K

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