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The edges of sadness
Hope is ...
Carried away on ocean tides.
Treacherous waters,
surround the lighthouse.
Sometimes wounds bleed a darker red,
staining blurred snippets of memory,
from impoverished depths.
Bubbles rise to the surface
pouring out bottled tears.
Rotating light shines,
illuminating the edges of sadness.
Waiting to rescue lost souls
and abandoned ...
Tuesday 22nd March 2011 5:50 pm
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