LP No.07_2021_extinguished

A hope deferred.

a dream
wasted.

Dawn’s fiery promise,
fades limply
to a pale blue sky.

what wonders brew in your soul?

what magic beckons to your call?

what power do you hold?

let me go,
and chase the divinity
which is yours.

or,

remain here,
with me,
and bask,
adoringly
in the embers of yesterday.

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