Lines of red and some black,

Patterns of symmetry, in those squares.

The sky smiles this evening,

She spreads the borders across the dusty balcony.

The skies are raging, she is in a state of fury

Love and hurt have breached all borders

Turmoil has become the truth

The pieces of her heart rest in corners –

Interspersed by memory, and fear.

And love and loss, loom large.

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LG
06/04/2018