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Saturday, July 23, 2016,8:35 PM
A Girl Named Love
A girl named love met a boy named peace.
A girl named love met a boy named anguish.
A girl named love met a mirror.
That goes on and on.
In that mirror,
everything repeats itself.
A grotesque parody
of the circles we try to escape.
Nothing changes,
Droplets fall
Ripples are born, and die
By the millions.
A girl named love met a boy named rain.
Circles
Ever expanding
Taking in lives along
the grooves
of neatly scored
Lines.
A girl named love met a boy named chance.
Two sides of a coin,
Two faces of a die,
Ever rattling, ever rolling
Roll, roll, roll,
Till it stops.
A girl named love met a boy named death.
The knell sounds
The bell tolls
The churches weep
The sea sings
The birds flit
The wind wanders
The leaves fall
The song crests
The wheels wear down
The clocks stop
Tick. Tock.
A girl named love met a boy named hope.
And it quietens
The noise is lulled
to sleep
on the back of a melody
Roaring.
A girl named love met a boy named faith.
Water rises
To meet the wind.
The ground awaits
The breaking of the
Sky.
Light awaits
The clouding of darkness
in corners
that are endlessly lit.
A girl named love meets herself.
And ah, how they weep.
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