lavinialeyna@Deviant Art
There are blue days
That do not lend to sorrow
But pass as ships
From harbor to harbor
Acquiescing to each arrest
With an unsinkable dignity.
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In the finest hours
There lurks a heart
That will not be tamed
By lavish words of praise.
In the cruelest moments
There breathes a conscious
That will not be tailored
By external cowardice.
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There are days of silence
That do not invoke mourning
And without which all music
Would seem as noise.
Such days though sober
Are not ordinarily grim.
Such days keep one’s memories
From confiscating, too long,
The present which comes
Only once no matter
How vivid its retelling.
For
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