In The Midst…


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there are days i like it white
pure and clean like Mary the Virgin
taste like vanilla at the height of night
but cuts and stings like a sea urchin
coffee, chocolate or mocha color me up
weekends  taste nutty with shades of brown
merrily singing, but heart cries like a tiger cub
making a canopy of sort, laughing like a clown
tucking away sad memories inside
moments of truth sometimes will show
deep in a heart bitter realities just don’t die
spring will come in the midst  of a cold snow…


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