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LILIES AND DROPS OF CRIMSON, a poem by Trent Michael Greenan, USA
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Trent Michael Greenan, USA
LILIES AND DROPS OF CRIMSON
Wounds healed; scars gone. Morning sun and dew stained grass.Hypocrisy, speak again; your hour is at hand.Bury yourself. Escape from bloody nails and splintered wood.Hide yourself with malice.Tear open the gates; breathe deep.Sing the forgotten tunes,Forget ancient transgressions; remember him.Bring forth for one fleeting moment, your sorrow and reconciliation.Cry without sin of brevity.Final words said. Final tears dropped.Black box covered with pain and wonder.Sigh and relax. It is the end.Have you lost him, or have you not yet met?Hope reigns supreme.
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