Desolate promises

the unexpected highlight

of yesterday

the inherited creation

for the newness of today


it was a narrative

without stop

a gift of holding onto

where whispers become words

and night has no fears


the strength of rivers

provides no answers

while distant moons

release abandoned angels

into the hearts

thirsting for recovery


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