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Thursday, November 30, 2006


Preserved Hope
The aroma of grace, the sight of sweet lavendar,
A pretty carnation that stands alone in the forgotten,
The decayed, dried lands where all dead is abandoned,
A centre of hope, where that flower stands tall,
Unscathed, untouched, unseen by mortal eyes,
But praised from the dead, the broken and all,
My hope lies with that flower, that pretty white-lavendar carnation,
So that one day the unnoticed can find the care set upon them,
And they can finally let go of life,
Let go of the misery and die peacefully.

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