The world

Like a saxophone

Your fingers press

The scars along my heart

Straddling the tune of love aches

The careless whisper

Faint in the night

Peaceful as rain storms

creating a river of hope we once flowed upon

That is now Now barren

Lacking the nutrients to sprout the fruit of eternal truth

You are revealing

the thorns that create a shell of my skin

The world that needs a reminder what true peace really is

L.H

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