"Words.Words.I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination will say what I want" -Doris Lessing
In the cavern of my heart
A yearning.
All glory lies faded
With suburban shades of grey.
A resignation
Of past scintilla.
And bubbling aspirations
buried and forgotten.
A beginning,
flashes of tomorrow.
Lucid,
Wanted,
Awaited.
A new world and brightness,
Let go yesterday.
Allow my days to grow,
Placid
Quiet
Unknown.
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