Silvery lines, traced with a finger,
Smooth, crooked, they still linger.
Constant reminders, of pain withstood.
Gentle hope that at least I could.
Do they remind you of pain and dread ?
Or like me, of the courage it bred ?
Smooth, silvery lines, a part of me.
Not ugly, they were worth the fee.
2 comments:
Gentle hope that at least I could.
Love that line :)
:)
I was unsure of the line earlier... But then decided not to edit it. I'm glad I didn't :)
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