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one day
One day,
When ashes are swayed by the swift wind beneath my feet,
My spirit will be set free.
All that will stand in my good faith were the words I've written in ink.
The weeping sorrow will be swept under the foundation of healing.
As grief always strikes the lonely hearts,
You will be resilient with the life you have come here for.
They cycle seems to be to destroy, decompose, and to rebuild once again.
But all that matters in between is the presence of your breath.
I know that the thoughts can trickle down your spine in such a destructive manner.
To the all of us, calm will find it's way into the shaken hands and crevices of our brokenness.
One day.
© BipolarPoet
When ashes are swayed by the swift wind beneath my feet,
My spirit will be set free.
All that will stand in my good faith were the words I've written in ink.
The weeping sorrow will be swept under the foundation of healing.
As grief always strikes the lonely hearts,
You will be resilient with the life you have come here for.
They cycle seems to be to destroy, decompose, and to rebuild once again.
But all that matters in between is the presence of your breath.
I know that the thoughts can trickle down your spine in such a destructive manner.
To the all of us, calm will find it's way into the shaken hands and crevices of our brokenness.
One day.
© BipolarPoet
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