She Will Survive

I see this pearl emerging

from this rocked street.

She will dance upon

Luna’s beaming surface.

But will she knows my truth,

walking over daggered glass,

bleeding for eternity just

to save her from this hell.

My roughed diamond

will be polished and shimmer,

blinding the bewitched city of

grime slithering loneliness

choking it from her voice.

I am damned,

but grace will fly

upon swift wings

glittered with amethyst.

SHE will escape.

SHE WILL rise above.


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October 4, 2004

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