Sepia Tears
You played with matches
too close to kindling,
and from a tiny spark
bridges blazed.
Now you’re lost
far away from Eden,
guilty of the crime
with wings too singed to fly.
You don’t have to say a word
I can see it in your eyes:
Sepia tears drip brine
on maiden head of ashen dreams.
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By Sandi Alford
© 2009 Sandi Alford
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