She took my heart and silvery thread sewing it to a ripple in a stream,
She in doing so, she destroyed a dream.
She took my love and sewed it with silvery thread to a pure white cloud,
She did so unavowed.
She did this as a deliberate action,
She did so with purpose and without contraction.
She did this not to cause great harm,
She had no desire to cause alarm.
She knew my heart had been broken in the recent past,
She knew it needed mending so to stream and repair at last.
She knew the serenity of the cloud for my heart was required,
She knew this provided a chance for my heart to become reinspired.
R.K.Hart 22/10/2013
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