we stand and understand
that it is not our place.
With our broken hearts
we didn't see the danger
and now all the tears we cried
are those stones under our feets
the words not spoken are the chains
around our wrists.
I didn't give up to your love
I loved you all the time
and fought the cruel reality of your blindness
with all my love letters drawing
in the long forgotten sea.
© Diana Mistera 2011
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