Essence
I hold no claim
No land, no fame
I have words, have song
I have sorrow, I have pain
But no do not pity me for they have strengthened my soul
The essence of love is like the release of a painter's brush stroke
If held too deep, a smudge may approach
A deepened darkened clot in thy heart
Greater than any wound
More silent than a stab in the dark
Copyright © Sumanth Rohi Raj | Year Posted 2016
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