i stood there,
as sparrows tittered,
sunshine scattered the mist,
made the dew on my lips twinkle.
i stood there,as sparrows flitted to the shadows,
the sun shone proud and strong,
my wilted lips trembled in the little wind.
i stood there,as sparrows ducked for cover,
the sun hung his face behind heavy clouds,
my lips seeped in their wrath,
my arms tried to hold in the burst of crystal.
i stood there.i stood before God.
i stood my ground.
2 comments:
Beautiful lines, S.
You are the salt, remember.
thank you. i don't know what got into me when this poem happened.
i keep repeating to myself. i am the salt. i am the salt.
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