THRICE A FOOL

There is something

Beautiful

About a broken woman

Something comely

About tragedy

There is a serenity

A knowing

A knowledge

Of pain

Incomparable

To any beauty

It is a mellow foundation

Of unshakable truth

That;

That which ravaged you

Left you with

Nothing to lose

THE BACK-BURNER

My eyes avoid the clock.

Any face taunting –

Impatience

With the rushing sands of time – Is smoothly evaded

In favor of the moment.

Published by alexiima

Life's a party in a sunflower field. Even when we wilt, we are beautiful to behold.

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