Insult not a memory.
So blessed with kindness.
Touched with honey.
Stoked with decency.
Painted from soft brush.
Gentle sable.

Lower the sabre. 
The powerful sword.
With hilt of guilt.
Let it be.
Not aggressive being.

Acrid tears.
Acid tongue.
Lemon lips.
Evil sharp,
So bitter.
Discarded amid leaf litter.
The autumn leaves they fell.
Deep within the mist.
Memories withheld.
Can’t you tell?

By ladylivvi1


© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)


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