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Verbina Versutho A sad child of the sun, lost and drifting on the sea of wind. A heart burned with reflection. A dew drop fallen off a blade of grass and exploded back out, screaming for the height and the depth of the evening sky. Stunted yet delicate. Shaded with the rich laughter of angels, and painted with the purple of the forgiving sunset. Blessed to be a living child, though wilted as it opens. A coarsness borrowed of it's brothers, hair of the finest silk, labeled as a weed. A life of short lived beauty and windfallen children to die alone, as it lived. A live devoted to vain turmoil. Bowed under the stresses of a faceless god, and wounded by the same. Watered blood runs through dry soil, turned from the purpose of life, drowning.... |