After All

A trace of grace.
A long lost space
of peaceful reverie.
When will we ever stop
redressing wrongs
that can't be righted...?

Heaven is in sight again.
If only we could sense it.
A memory of loving touch.
Why has it been so long...?
I feel it once again within a song.
Survival never lasted very long.

As wrong becomes the fuel
of a light that dares to heal.
And feelings become righted
after all...

? Michaelette ?

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