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Just A Small Box.
A tarnished air
now falls unbound
upon the shoulders
of the day.
Wounds still gape
where sorrow bleeds,
to turn all hope
to dust.
Darkening panes cast
not the joy
beheld within the eye.
Encased the ashes:
stilled the heart
that gave each breath
to me.
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"...falls unbound/upon the shoulders/of the day" I love these lines. So tentative and fine. - Stella
Thank you so much Stella xx
Thank you so much Stella xx