beauty beyond repair

the fabric of the heart,
torn by the gentlest rain,
are the innocent spared pain
by the god of bullets
***
is the fading thought of the den,
where cries dissolve to light,
and then reunion, as if night
were just a story
***
take them for the wall,
seek their courage from seasoned hearts,
where you end is where the wolf starts
the elk soars the pheasant gallops the elephant walks on water

– Charles Drago

 

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