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The fairytale
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Maybe you've found a bed of roses to fall alsleep on,
where the thorns are all hidden.
You've found a fairytale to sing in.
One I could never read.
Because I saw Hope outside the window,
wondering when things ever got so bad.
I saw Faith marvelling at the degree of change,
frowning at the white rose that lost its colour.
I saw Acceptance screaming at strangers,
asking why she's lost, not knowing who she is.
I saw Assurance knocking on the door,
but nobody heard. Nobody was at home.
I saw Beauty crying at the corner of the street,
sitting by the stranger called Bravery.
But they got up, and held hands
and kissed under the moonlight.
Then remembered the reasons for their tears again.
I saw Fear laughing at the pathetic faces,
of those who met him for the first time.
I saw Liberty with a broken crown,
and evidently, a broken smile too.
And in the sea of people, I asked everyone
"Where did Love go?"
They all said they never knew what Love looked like.
But when they finally recognised her,
she was gone.
So now I think she's fallen asleep
on a bed of roses without thorns,
In a fairytale, with a song to sing,
One they'd all never been able to read.
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