Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~Kahlil Gibran

Monday, May 21, 2012

The Gift

I got a gift.
I received a gift today, and I must admit,
I received it,
in a most unusual way.

It came addressed
for my eyes only.
It's face was dear,
but somehow lonely.
I was surprised,
when I saw the tag marked,
"Damaged Goods"
stuck on this thing
too remarkable for words.
And I must admit,
I threw the tag away.
I never feared what it had to say.

Because a gift like this,
is far too great
to believe whats written
in another's hate.


The Gift by Dakota Farley

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