Circles
we live
we sigh
we oftimes cry
and sometimes weep,
as words hit deep...
we die
sensitive souls,
'neath the veneer,
a tear
appears
then dries...
the scar remains
festers
erupts
again,again....
until we choose
new birth...
we lose
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
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