Where Her Truth Alone Triumphs
She waits on a distant shore
Day after plain day she looks to the horizon
Stars in the sky ships far out to sea unseen
Anywhere her eye cannot see her plain life
Falling stars and comets delight
While her solemn red heart seeks light
In the dark of the night stars are brightest
When seen together in loving quest
She is lovely but invisible to her self
Transparent feelings wit...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 7:47 pm
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