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Abating Time
Does a storm forever wash clean the dust Does a rake clear evermore the dry leaves, Does a scrub eternally cleanse the grime Can a teardrop mend that from love grieves
I commence a struggle to wrench free my heart From a love that envelops me from within And when victorious, left am I bleeding & torn Then plunge deep into the vortex of a spin
Barely surviving, I manage to swim ashore then With an exhaustion most complete and severe And now as numbness begins to rule me absolute Make believe do I that all is now free and clear
But lingering quietly there on the periphery Is that same very love, that same need waiting With a grin gleeful and wide, telling me softly You just recoup, I am here my time abating…
~Glowing Embers~
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