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Oh What an Art

By Izzy Weinstein

 

Oh what an art to draw that line

And walk away with those washed eyes,

A steady promise fixed in time,

A separate life to leave behind.

 

 

Oh what an art to find a soul

Where you feel safe, who you call home,

Whose touch is just for Love to know

Where poison weeds let flowers grow.

 

Oh what an art to let the rain

Seep through the scars and heal the pain,

The drops that cleanse defiled veins

And drowns the last new stranger’s name.

 

Oh what an art to just let go

Of someone that you used to know

Perchance to dream that next ‘hello’

Is that of whom who won’t forgo

 

‘Cause no one wants to start again

When lovers become your best friend.

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