When a weathered man weep,Tears of sorrow silently fall from His hardened cheeks as if they were snatched from My own emotional resovoir...In that moment When my hallowed eyes ment his, Crying out on behalf of my own suffering Raw, undulating love reveals it ambrguous face... I never belived in unc onditional love, When mere strangers care for the Souls of other strangers, We arent strangers anymore...For he spoke of my smile, List across my face as I methodically cleansed the top of a precious velriclular epiphany...I have been exposed to hatred as greedy hands sought out what was not theirs, Mental scars remain in the aftermath of an internal war... His cleansing tears have restored hope.Hope for my salvation and of those unfortunate human wraiths, That revel in pain and destruction....A guardian now rests upon my stable shoulders...As a grandfathers hand caresses his troubled grand-daughters face...I have found a reason To conquer these synaptie demons...For a weathered mans tears, Inictiacte my new found quest for liberation......
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 04:54:28 +0000
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