POEM: Reversal
And now your life pulses
After the ebbing that was yours,
That sorrowful ghost,
That bag of dry twigs,
That was hope as kindling,
It is now just an empty glass.
The promise of love,
Of a smile, had never left you.
It was only covered up,
Hands clamped over its mouth
Waiting for the moon
To change everything
After the ebbing that was yours,
That sorrowful ghost,
That bag of dry twigs,
That was hope as kindling,
It is now just an empty glass.
The promise of love,
Of a smile, had never left you.
It was only covered up,
Hands clamped over its mouth
Waiting for the moon
To change everything
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