tags: awakenings

2014

July

2014 Jul 1
dreaming of morning dew on rose petals

April was the cruelest month
long buried memories disinterred
like a knife wound to the chest
bittersweetness, chances unfulfilled
time lost to sorrow and despair
and yet there was no chance
time transforms chance to inevitability
all hope is lost
Yet I remain

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