“Concentrate all your thoughts upon the work at hand. The sun’s rays do not burn until brought to a focus.” -Alexander Graham Bell
Soothing, the tide rolls in,
Filling the shallows of the heart.
Cleansing wounds and solemn paint;
Providing only a temporary barrier to endearment depart.
Enshrouding, the fog may come
Concealing the truth behind unconsoled fate.
Skies clearing of the feelings assuaged,
Revealing again, a life desecrate.
Nighttime, the blinds roll down,
Cooling the burns of scolding love.
Extinguishing the hurt of fervent nature;
Until all arises at dawn whereof.
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