The black so black,
the white so bright.
Two thin eyes silently, solemnly staring.
The scars deepen year after year,
are bloodless
and painless.
A long slit of hair forever escaping, enchanting,
entrusting someday to live out the dark black of life.
There in sight, a nose, cut with no hope for
smell of sweet slim sides of flowers.
It’s sad mouth licking, looking,
but not finding a morsel to swallow.
the white so bright.
Two thin eyes silently, solemnly staring.
The scars deepen year after year,
are bloodless
and painless.
A long slit of hair forever escaping, enchanting,
entrusting someday to live out the dark black of life.
There in sight, a nose, cut with no hope for
smell of sweet slim sides of flowers.
It’s sad mouth licking, looking,
but not finding a morsel to swallow.
Turned around to see it bright, beautiful white within.
Something left long ago, but forgotten
only to see an ugly, fearful face.
Something left long ago, but forgotten
only to see an ugly, fearful face.
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