Old Sugar Mill and Florida Fall 096
red raw tears run down
heart that beats in sorrow.
dark drops that doubt and fear.
even the sun-glistened have their place
and the blue cool soothing.

thin, fragile, yet strong.
i will not throw stones.

but only Spirit
of the broken and poured
crimson bled flames
azure center ablaze
kindred warmth glows gold
find home in this
house of stained glass.
AWA 11/14/2010

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