Redamancy

Syllable after syllable...

Love flows from a desperate heart

Into the crisp, tense atmosphere.

Rivers could not compare.

The chains disintegrate;

Ash flies to the nearest patch of crumpled soil;

Sprinkles fall from the sky at a snail's pace.

Twinkling bells enter a lost soul;

The aroma of old books clouds the mind.

Letter after letter...

Hope falls onto the dilapidated, decaying rose;

Heaven's tears disrupt distasteful anticipation.

Lightning bugs entangle the darkness,

Choking out the last thoughts of death.

Growth ensues, beauty arrives.

Oh the possibility of happiness!

No surrender!

Oh the probability of a second chance!

No heartbreak!

Oh redamancy!...

 

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