tears come softly in the unveiled silence,
littering the lines in my face.
the quick storm of sadness has reached me.
once again I fall beneath its spell…
i am bound now, as the moving day forward
head swells and painful memories abound…
the vicious cycle churns
but i must roll out beyond this aching pain,
for the true heart cannot be bound.
i will rise again from the red ash of hate!
i will dream again of the rising!
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/12/11 (in memoriam for 12/10/11, the day lost)
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