as it begins again, slowly reeling
walking in the misty light of the day
was where i heard the passing of healing
touching my face, rested upon to lay
the unsaid truths that the world is cast on
slowly fading away; too soon to see
or touch or realise that it has been gone
and it was receeding away to be
once again lost in the unreeling mourn
a small ripple from the mess of my mind
that had become softer than the moonlight
which so often appears too hard to find
through a web of silhouettes in the night
and i walked through the never-ending road
of events that seem bigger than my load.
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