I lay benumbed
on a heap of hay,
beseeching the wilful wind
to take me away
Smothered by deception,
monuments of hope lay demolished
In a tired soul
awaiting resurrection
Will the grey skies begin to clear,
or will my woes
stay buried forever?
asks an unshed tear
Burdened by worry, i look up
At the sungrazed sky,
undeterred and blue,
waiting to gather hue
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Such a lovely flow to this one. It's not easy to do that with such detailed terminology. It's fantastic ♥️
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