Monday, February 16, 2015

Allegory

When a story be told,
Of them it be born
Will never be bold.
The feelings be buried,
In nuances deep within,
And allegory be born,
For love is torn within.
For them that but see,
Is a wonder born free,
To talk with glee.

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