Poetry Form: Prosaic Rhyme
Shine in my blue eyes, shine in my gold heart
Embrace me within your muscular arms
Please do not crush me, nor tear me apart
Keep me safely and keep me from life's harms
I am so fragile, I am so weak
I have not been strong these last couple of days
I am to remain silent, not to speak
As mortality has its human ways.
July 16, 2004
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