LOVE III

Forget how the world dims your sight
And breaks your back.
Forget the pining of sorrow in the burrow of your heart.
Do not remember the ache of loss
Or, how spring once called you to a feast.
Turn the violence against you to a falling leaf.
If music sinks to silence and you cannot dance,
do not think the song is lost.
The dust from marching soldiers will not blind you.
Imagine love and how you once knew it,
not as a buried ember, but as a
firefly, defying darkness.







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