My hand panes to the side,
Brushing her hair backwards.
Our eyes meet like the sun,
Like the sun speaking words.
Her tears sparkling,
Dropping onto the dewy ground.
I brushed them off her cheek,
Her cheek with a whisking sound.
I brought her close,
Held her in my arms.
And reassured that it’d be okay,
Be okay from the harm.
Her stormy eyes,
Told me the truth of ages.
That I’d no longer see those pearls,
Those pearls locked in cages.
I sought redemption,
But received nothing to gain.
But I saw the seething sky,
The seething sky’s lonely remain.
For to see the high,
You must feel the low.
I hope it's as far down,
Far down as I go.
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