Wounded
Tears streaming through my poems,
wounded words sailed through the oceans.
The night outside has wings
strong enough to sweep my soul away.
Wires were strung across a sunset sky,
wounded lines sailed by and by.
Darkness left as I crept to my bed,
nothing can happen
more beautiful than death.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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