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The Gifts

For with every glistening speck of wisdom,

That will shine upon the lapels of your bodice,

Adorning your gracious and bountiful bosom,

So too, will you carry the weight of it's worth,

For as we taste the nectar of life's tomorrows,

We will surely even the scales for our mirth.

 

 

4:46 PM 6/24/2013 ©

 

 

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everything always gets back to balancing the scales within us.

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The Mirth of Misery

her contagious smile she hides behind
Touches everyone and everything,
Except for her eyes.

For in those pale blue eyes,
Lies the threshold to the labyrinth
Of scars and sorrows buried deep inside.

Her sweet songs of laughter and happiness
Flood through you until you plunge into
A tranquil state of pure euphoria and bliss.

Never open your ears
If she’s singing her songs,
Or you might hear the cries masked in the giggles.

But if you happen to see her eyes
And or hear her cries,
Be sure not to share.

Silently bathe in the clutch of her woe,
For if you reach out,
You could alleviate her pain.

And when her grins become real and her laughs truly merry,
The aches of humanity
Will need a new heart to carry.

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