Today- the wake that ends the easy life, the dawn that made the young an adult's worth, the truth that changed the smiles in constant pain, the walk that opened the lonely dusk, begin the many first of endless whys.
Question- of past we wished had never been, of cause we hope a woke can tell, a light we try to dark on still, of secrets that hold the end of peace. Holding the thread of one last ray, to heal and beg the heart to mend, from hurt answers had dug even wide.
Faces-lost in times touch and endless flight, masked in pity, yet spur spite. for juggled memory for friend or foe, blurred in acts and unsaid beats, he took a double of all he gave, both in terror and comfort gift.
Chaos- finding calm in the rumble, screaming peace to the wreak of the past, making now the bacon of past flash, accepting what was, knowing in it what will has shaped, grateful for past, yet weary of future.
Beauty- of words and touch burning feelings, hearts that sparkle, illuminating our soul. a moment loved, a memory made, good or bad, a tale once sweet.
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