Honor,
People kill for it...
We walk one last time as
hues of black and orange...
No chestnuts roasting or carols sung,
eggs shells all around...
With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below...
She holds the world with all these sentiments
Flowing fast, upon her sometimes hopping heart...
Distance pushes apart
each one end...
Sitting in silence,
hands folded in front...
My infant statue nurtured like a miracle prayed...
And when my past stood sturdy like a teacher of...
Trustworthy? If not you
then who could it ever be...
Under the shadow of the old trees
There was no wind no breeze...
Strength and supporting hands dad, you've always...
Guidance when it was needed, and love firm as a...
28th September, 2012.
It blinded me like a full beam of twilight...