The spring and summer carry
beyond the doors we lock and
hide behind. Somehow, it seems
the terrorists have won.
A country sunk within their
depressive moods. Emotional,
the tinder seeks a match to light
its way into the real. The grief
remains, still all too real, leaking
from the many that refuse
to mourn at all.
Multitudes of ingénues
no more than just their selfish
wishes be fulfilled. Lay back
and laze within the sun. Surely
someone else will come undone.
What difference does it make to you,
as long as you can cling to your
More than tears, unspoken
rears its ugly head. No matter
if unasked and still unwelcome.
And it isn't over yet. The spring
and summer carry on, beyond
the doors we lock and hide behind.
comes around again.
Somehow, it seems
? Michaelette ?
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