LXVII
There it goes, flying away.
To never come back, this way.
Reaching out towards its way.
Only to struggle and watch it fade away.
Worth then shattered.
With it away, nothing mattered.
Heart and mind, now shallow and battered.
The wholeness that once there became tattered.
It slowly crept back.
Putting all worries in a sack.
To be thrown to the sea.
Hiding it from the eyes to see.
The piece, now complete.
Words in the mind, to compete.
But in the end, exploded.
In a parchment bloodied in black, executed.
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