my eyes burn from the brilliant intensity of the midday sun
sitting in silence listening for answers that never come
my lonely heart beats a strong rhythm within my chest
to fly away into the light or to jump into the fiery furnace
wondering what is beyond the golden light where she might be
~Maleko ©2013
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