Reflections on the Brink

God's breath of fresh air

envelopes All with his warm hands

The frosty steel shackles


The gentle swaying

and rustling

and chirping

are the only children of the star now

Eyelids fluttering

life bursting with crimson liquid

Mother was in a deep slumber

However, her eyes have now been opened

Is it Peace?

Sweet temptation beckoning

Golden droplets of honey-coated words

Midnight viruses diffusing slowly out of the core

The sparkling light is For

The ones left behind

Thoughts of the meaning of life

Seconds ticking by

The disappearance of life

As well as the appearance of newfound memories

Day breaks out.


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