Sobriety
The dried leaves are brushed aside
A ray from the sunrise pierces inside
A smile slowly arises
And bridges seared by fire
Are repaired and gently revived
The ghost that wandered the streets
Glimpses another, and he sees me
For this shadow once silent and blind
Finally emerges to find
That life is not just in his mind
Posted Jul 23, 2018, 9:00 AM UTC · edited
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