19 December 2005, 9:53 PM
This stagnant mask exposed
A thin deception
Veiling the flow of time
Binding her to ways
She ought not to hold sacred
If it were as simple as turning
She’d have done it long ago
She cannot say it any simpler
Than to say it takes time
One must be patient to see it
Yet in the end
Darkness recedes
Color pleads for expression
Finds voice in this yearning
She cannot comprehend
If it were as simple as speaking
She’d have said it long ago
She cannot say it any simpler
Than to say it can’t be said
One has to see it to know it
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