Wise Preacher

You and I are bound by our act but kept away by silence.

Kept apart by the sudden outburst from  vengeance of the soul you rejected and led astray.

... I couldn't bear the 'loss' of precious stones that tore my heart to pieces, or the words spoken that gave way like a sword and poured my blood on a writer's journal, like ink upon a blank sheet to fight.

You created the disaster in a fine morning, and marveled when the show began.

It wasn't the effort you made that rescued me, it was the silence you kept that turned that little girl into a wise preacher.

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