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A smirk shown like a budding rose
My eyes close seemingly content
The color of the day surely shows
The minds happiness to the fullest extent
Within the heart something sinks deep
Though the world goes on happily
The heart not being able to hide when asleep
Truth all in one shown hysterically
Reality ending as the eyes prop open
Whispers of what had just taken place
The souls secrets an treasured token
Untied the bow of the angels white lace.
Condemned is the loveliness of day,
Until asleep, truth sits at bay.
Copyright © Tara Nelson | Year Posted 2012
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