her tears…

her tears...

‘her tears silenced, crying silenced

light through a slit window
shows a hand to

wipe them away,

much as in the one in Ruins
of Rainald throw,

she, once danced with a
sister where sunshine

dripped through cutout
holes in

abandoned sky

smiles left them like passengers
departing abandoned

train stations… ‘

Cross stitching of the soul. Ð Ṝ Ƣ Ñeedle & Ŧhread® © 2013.

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