Waves crashing against the sandy shore
The ocean water seeping through the sand
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The hole inside remains empty
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The stormy skies opening up their furry
drenching the starved soil
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The hole inside remains empty
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Vibrant colors splashed against the lonely canvas
The artist working to fill the spaces
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The hole inside remains empty
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Love, seeps through the toughest armor
Sprinkling it's magic throughout
Filling the darkest corners
With shimmering light and color
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Your armor melts
Your heart beats, exposed and vulnerable
Be gentle... Be gentle... Please...
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But then it's gone
So cautiously let in,
so quickly taken away
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The hole inside remains empty
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December 10, 1993
Paul W. Walters