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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Satin Pillows


She opened her eyes once more.
Tears stained the satin pillows.
Her eyes swollen of sorrow.
Her lips cracked with fear.
She looked around
seeing the insanity
of the defined sane.
Sun streamed
through her window
but as if from another realm.
She couldn't move;
she couldn't sleep.
As the glass of wine
touched her parched lips,
hopes of peace
touched soul as
she curled up
with her cat
and cried once more
upon the satin pillows. 

Copyright Vallee Rose

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