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An Oath of Truth

A Poem; Selection I, Of The Curation

(My sister, murdered she was)

An oath of truth, till death I swear,

To hasten from this fibrous case;

Unspoken words the dreamer

Could not speak.

Her words issued from a precious soul,

A soul that was not blind;

but heard,

The unseen, red-tipped, cane tap;

Of other souls struck blind by life.

A dreamer her gift, a dreamer her curse.

Her universe pierced through coal-black eyes –

That squinted and glinted

Into every recess of need,

Despite the tacit sighs;

Revealing the sizable hole

In her lovely soul.

The Curation; Write For Our Publication:

The Curation

The Fine Writer Of This Piece:

Gary Orphey - Medium

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