my old words find new meaning..
so long
friend,
foe,
you reap what you sow and
i cannot harness your harvest of heartache
anymore
but the earth, she turns
and the sun, he burns
and the stars, they may align
one warm night in, say, late july
when we both may awaken with divine
hope
friend,
foe,
has kept this flame in glow
now, to let it flicker
or, shall we blow?
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