A Sting
A lash,
which from an eye might fall,...
will not be felt-
so small a thing
will not be mourned
A tear
which from the eye might fall,...
is like a thorn-
so small the sting
it, must be borne
It dissipates, upon your face
soon disappears, all trace is gone,...
yet leaves a face, forever burned
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2012
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