Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Healing

The storm creeping up your back
will pass like petals
before your brother's eyes

Forget the darkness at your feet,
it is only the shadow of a child
who wishes to please

Get on your knees
and kiss the fair cheeks,
see the light on the road behind you

The stones where you stumbled
are scattered now with
your memories

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