Tuesday, 30 July 2013

The truth

In the quiet,
She rubs a weary hand,
Across dusty eyes,
Dry lips,
Scorched with speaking,
The truth that burned her,
And everything she knew,
To dust and ashes,
But she remains standing,
In the midst of the desert,
That was once her life.

~Rei Shiori

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