it was a place
long past the road
of shredded ribbons
and baskets of tears
it was an opening
with a first breath
under a night sky
with a sudden
sliver of moon
exposing reckless
wings
where no one
judged saints
or sinners
since today
starts again
tomorrow
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Author:
shadow424 (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2021 20:32
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Comments1
intriguing, love the pacing
thanks for sharing
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