POEM
A hole, big as the emptiness
In my heart,
Rip's the earth's veil.
I have plucked a rose for you,
A rose red as rain,
Stained
With scarlet tears.
I place it on your grave.
An angel has painted the stones
Blue,
Blue like the sea,
Like the sky.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
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