FallenA Poem by Grace
Just behind the eyes
Of the fallen Truth can be found Gleaming like a diamond That was aged and formed By the heat of agony Beautiful, pure, rare Unbreakable As the will of those who possess it Those still standing see it all Hate it, loathsome and foreign Because they cannot own it And don't understand that to gain One must lose Everything © 2010 Grace |
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Added on June 7, 2010 Last Updated on June 7, 2010 |

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