THE CONTRITE HEART…

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An olive branch I extend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

My pride seemed so effortless,
Complex to adjust.

I compromised our union,
Faded is your trust.

Shattered your heart, won't pretend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

Anger consumed inside me,
This error now clear.

Refuse to speak in past tense,
Of love we both share.

Weary soul, faith I can lend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

Is this the last dance my love?
Never can it be.

Fairytales last a lifetime,
Like the sand and sea.

Disheartened spirits on the mend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

FLAWLESS…

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Walk in the naked truth; the bare and absolute,
Falsehood will never endure.
That armoured attire is in vain.
Purity will unveil both day and night,
No grey clouds hang overhead.
Sterile and unpolluted from infectious deceit.
Clear as a sublime waterfall; watch me as I float.
Can't you see these streets of white?
Do you not feel serenity at your beckon call?
Leave imperfections by the wayside,
They hold no value here.
Purged from all malice; weightless is the feeling.
How do you sleep now that both eyes are shut?
Walk in the naked truth; the bare and absolute,
May honesty always be your guide.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.




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