God

Thu, 12/12/2013 - 14:19 -- natedog

from a distance you hear


answers that whisper in your ear


of an unborn cure


within a decade of bloomed aspiration,


saphire and topez, dropped to inspire


and held underneath the fire


someone to listen to


someone to hold on to


someone's words explained through a broken


window shattered with lifes short moderations


from a length you walked to fear


and kept what was near


its what is dear


that when you walk away from dreams that must be a desire


just remember i am not a war. 

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