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Sep 2012
I look inside, and what is their
Is so strange, just not real
What is their, what you feel
Bolders and pebbles, on this road
On this land, and deep below
You not I, have surpassed
Dark gray clouds, thundering by
Teardrops falling, from above
Down my spine, chill my soul
Let me touch, for a moment
The bright sun, that you hold
Judge me not, this one time
As my child, laughs out loud
Just behind, its other face
With the anger, of it all
Let me hold, for a moment
The sea of calm, that you feel
It takes on, fear and pain
Silent yet strong, its face and surface
But it melts, with the sun
Washed away, by the sea
Cement of clay, with no sculptor
And no mold, to return
Keep your pose, and the smile
Keep on trying, not to fall
Not to melt, or to break
And in trying, to stay still
But I crack and tear, apart this shell
As the feelings, come on board
Tears of sorrow, chills of fear
Come to surface
And this statue
Is no more
Written by
Hugo A
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