A Burned Bridge

December 29, 2017

A rusted chain

A shattered mirror

And somehow I see things

A little bit clearer


A yellow rose wilted

An hourglass run out

I see through your facade

Beyond any doubt


Words turned static

Gold turned base

You have vanished

Without a trace


A storm was here

But now it has passed

Skies once gray

Are blue at last

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