as you walk on through your dark night,
remember, love, your pale shaded color
will gleam again brilliance in morning's light.
i have no answers for you, and cannot pull
you from your sadness. yet i fly in circles
surrounding you, these slow tracing wings
feather soft and fluttering nearby.
if you can hear my words whispering quiet
calm upon your tender, broken places,
listen now, and know you are loved.
walk on through to me, love. i will wipe those
crystalline tears from your eyes, and cover over the
torn places of your crepe paper heart.
--bruised orange
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