Just a piece of metal, shining in the sun
Faded and worn, the forgotten one.
The way it shines, silver and bright,
A brook on a silver night.
Cold and real against the skin
The warm glow of love within.
The hand that made cannot wear
The creation in sunlight’s glare.
The world destroys the one who creates,
What remains are but ruins…..
Ruins of a joy given by touch
Ruins of pain…born of thirst.
A thirst to keep what is yours
To burn every mind that understands your cause.
For how can one see and yet not feel
The joy and the pain..so surreal.
In chains, faded and lost
We pay the cost..
Of life and joy, what remains
Are just old and fading stains.
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