A Song

dwell in pain
I cannot feel
buried deep beneath roots of oaks
cold as steel
you can’t resuscitate
what hasn’t died
playing make believe
behind sheets of lies
breathe in deep
and hold it there
I close my eyes
smell the essence in your hair
climb aboard that morning train
it all returns – lost or buried
love residing in the heart
never in vain

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