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I am Silver when I’m new I keep things out and in - I have holes, like little windows, that let in all the wind. A flower grows right through me, a butterfly can pose atop my shiny silver barbs as if I were a rose. The faces look out through the holes, of that., they never tire - My purpose often makes me sad..... I am a fence of Wire. ©Christina Sharik |
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| I am Sadness. I cannot cry. I saved a few - I saw some die.... I feel alone. I may be Here but I’m not Home. I am Sadness... my heart is Sore I still see them in dreams of War. I sometimes smile - you think I’m fine but I’ll remember for all of time. ©Christina Sharik September 2000 For All Medical Personnel |
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I am Silence. I am Still. The noise is gone on beach and hill. The men are gone, they’re quiet, too... Life moves on - Grass grows anew. After the Chaos of War my friend... I am Profound ........ I am the End.. ©Christina Sharik September 2000 For All Warriors |
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