Plant a root
of redemption
to fiber future
blinks,
for they will
fail such as
you before
in all the
arrogance
of such
grandiose
dreams,
yet these leaves
will seep
sweet fire
epiphanies,
if they choose
to sip as they
rise from
bended knees,
with marred hearts
and healing whispers
may their legacy
spark untapped
treasures in resting
unborn legatees.
Love the wounds
that broken
passion weaves,
for balance is
necessary in
all walking beams,
heartache is a
splendid freight train,
a glassy wave
defining a
rising ray,
we all need
to bleed in
between the
breathe.
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