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Different Colored Pens
Worn and bare
Through the door she came
Appearing
As silence framed my staring eyes
My heart began melting
Accostumed to hide my heart's wilting
As if a seed supplanted
By the century of drought
Or a clouds quick collapsing
Now, moats like wedding bands
Save the souls they surround
I once collected bugs
As I kid
Now, I collect my thoughts
With different colored pens
As if they're all that is good and holy
I am only what I am
Half hopes forgotten
Half prayers repeated
The cherry blossoms
And, the fruit eaten
Now, moats unlike wedding bands
Seem to keep the strangers out
A trench was dug around
A house of glass
Toward which stones were thrown
From where a castle stood
Strong and tall
The place where love stands still
Has now evolved
Into twists and scripts of calligraphy
Of different colored pens
