....the fence
a mere edge
between souls
sealed with words to connect
...the fence
where boundaries cease
and hearts melt
an ore to precious to be molded
...the fence
not a side to be chosen
over the face we sit and stare
into the twilight and through the dark
until the golden morn
letting it cleanse
the crass of our thoughts!
...the fence
a giver of a perspective
granting the onlooker
a perched dimension
and yet calm enough
not just for your tears
be strong even through the ringing laughter
its neutral stance
never just defined the end!
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC
....the fence
a mere edge
between souls
sealed with words to connect
...the fence
where boundaries cease
and hearts melt
an ore to precious to be molded
...the fence
not a side to be chosen
over the face we sit and stare
into the twilight and through the dark
until the golden morn
letting it cleanse
the crass of our thoughts!
...the fence
a giver of a perspective
granting the onlooker
a perched dimension
and yet calm enough
not just for your tears
be strong even through the ringing laughter
its neutral stance
never just defined the end!
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