Yesterdays
Sorrow
of yesterdays
a
veil of inky fog
leaves
a moist icing
upon
the psyche
Until
remember hope
breaks
the dawn brilliantly
spills
golden rays as
stone
rolled away
Tomb
emptied
waking
up in
love's
cottony embrace
redemption's
power
19-174y
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