Brand
New Grief
I
once saw a blind shadow running, with a
Brand
new grief where nobody was walking
I
thought she was returning to paradise
To
stop the law of stealing her children
No
tears were seen from her wounds
Just
cuts from her youth old attitudes
With
a mouth burning endlessly from
The
blood shots she drank ‘fore
She
was holding her sleeping doll
With
a sword that slaughtered the
Rain
from its own shadow and bled
The
clouds till autumn leaves healed them
I
followed her till the end of the world
Nothing
to lose or defend myself from
This
life where the moon is down in pain
From
a starless dawn to hear her prayers
I
felt as though I were mute or deaf to weep alone,
To
realize she was a mother visiting
Her
orphans kids, since the sunshine had
Been
owned by the strangers in darkness
Beauty in Rain -- van-195
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