Open Poetry #46 |
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Her Sacrifice |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Under the grasps of the wind, She was alone in her thoughts Like the shelves of snow under her home She was no sacrifice, Alone under the knee drops of trees, Her eyes fixed to a longer road, Where the peaches grew larger It was no sacrifice, Her words like the tepid waves along the echo of her voice, She was no sacrifice, She was her only hope So she took her mothers hand With her father slowly trailing behind, They went along the road Where her childhood Crossed paths with a woman Scars be known, Along her legs, in her thoughts But, today, she was free For she was no sacrifice, This was her day to stand on her two feet Her time to be a woman And say goodbye to her parents, one last time. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
To be one's only hope is not so bad, it is a sign of inner force. This was intense. Love, Margherita |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Thanks, Margherita....a strong woman, indeed. Take care Tomer |
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