Tremors – Once, Twice
The swirling vortex of emotions smile,
Pleased with the havoc they have birthed
I pick up the leftovers of my soul
Look at bruised Pride in the eye.
Another tremor, another maligned memory
Sunrise, Candlelight, A puritan’s passion,
And the abandonment with which I gave
myself away
To Him. Always Him.
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