To D. <br /> <br />He is <br />all heart: <br />a naked, <br />walking, <br />talking <br />heart now... <br />After an accident, <br />after a loss, <br />his eyes, his mind, <br />refused to digest <br />the too crude facts; <br />sometimes refused <br />to work; <br />But not his heart; <br />it even opens more, <br />like tulip, <br />soak with tears: <br />it grows...<br /><br />ONElia AVElar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/x-after-an-accident/
