Monday, March 31, 2014

Seven



SEVEN

She left her heart there
Out there
On the rocks 
Not her rock of solitude
Some strange rock he took her to

Took more than that 
But who's counting items stolen
Counting won't return them
Nor take away the hurt

She left her prayers on her rock of solitude 
Under the mango tree
Where she left all her agony 
And skipped off to play merrily

For the moment forgetting the rocks
that rocked her to the core
Better to forget 
Forget them and go on
The time will soon come
When playing is done.

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