THREE WORD WEDNESDAY
'erode, heart, observe'
HIDDEN SORROW
Some things just quietly erode;
There's no explosive dying.
The iron that rusts, the flower that dies,
The knot that is untying.
When I observe your closed-in face,
And hear the words unspoken,
I know that love has fled your life
I know a heart's been broken.
Some may weep and cry aloud
Exulting in their anguish;
But yours is a hidden sorrow.
In loneliness you languish.
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FILIGREE
A dish of cloud,
The finest white filigree,
Ready to receive the great egg of the sun.
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