Now, as I sleep at last, heart to heart,
will I offer you my very reality from the past.
Nothing but the truth, a noir of my sanity,
reveals the pain of loneliness as I speak of profanity .
The shadows clear my sight
While being lifted by the clouds at sunlight.
To be able to unhand my very last kill,
Therefore will I follow my river uphill.
On the edge of my endless skies
I see hope that enlightens my sunrise.
As I offer you my broken chair
I shall surrender my very first prayer.
‘This Sunday,
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2 responses to “‘Regale,”
Nice.
We all hope, and I hope she takes the chair.
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Blessings, klekie!! I’m glad you liked it ❤️ and yes indeed, we shall see❤️
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