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Soft as Sorrow

Skin soft as sorrow

Eyes deep as the seas,

Hair warm from sunlight

With no one to please;

Words without voices

Pain without tears,

Lips worn from kisses

While darkness it nears.

A heart made of sorrow

Hands of pale porcelain,

A soul full of thunder

Will the world turn again;

Flames without fire

Solitude without sacrifice,

A tongue lost to passion

While fate rolls it's dice.

©️ Peter Davies. 2022

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