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Personal Piece - Safe - First draft of poem - needs a title
I am the peace I want to feel so much.
I touch the hand of joy and in its turn,
I learn the hand that has my heart is warm.
Born in light, love, lust and soul. I am sprung.
Sung to life by words of deep true joy,
a boy, now man, with plans to slay the dark.
I mark the night with thought, not to hurt, but
to cut the bond which holds the night to pain.
I want to wrap the dark in arms of love.
Then,
the dark will know the peace it needs to be.
Last edited by Rug : 22-09-2013 at 10:24 PM.
Reason: bad formatting b4
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