IT IS THE END

night,

a silent voice

 

eyes fold

satin smooth

 

chances and memories

walk across

thoughts to the

other side

 

destiny and legacy

hold the cards

 

as impatience

opens another door

into a large room

of what was lost

with a small box

of what was found

 

 

 

 

 

 


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