Shy morning in the world still asleep,
brave night under the sky with stars,
afternoon in the oasis of summer, when nothing moves.
Very deep end of a forest,
highest pick of a mountain,
surface of a frozen sea.
Heart so silent, nearly emotionless,
feelings now healed, safely locked in a box,
words gone on a trip to North pole.
Just one rebel, the hope for something new,
restless and insomniac, in need to escape,
scared to break the silence, waiting for the right time and place.
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© 2011 Broken Sparkles