The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Monday, July 22, 2013

Patient Eyes, Sword in the Heart

Prayer was her word
The camera a bird

The tippy sky was the limit
She had a special magnet

But her interest waned
As to her they offered pain

And her world was embossed in good steel

The future was never in the complaint department.
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