Sewing
She folds up the sun and puts it in her pocket
And only when suspicions show will the creases straighten
But the lies will remain in place
Stitched under the rays
A layer of hate
Towards the beings that drew tears from her arms
Yet her face will always shine with light
Few will notice the screams in her eyes
Copyright © Winnie Christian | Year Posted 2012
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