Xichong: Journey’s End

Perfectly formed
All that is ever of worth
Is soaked in the crimson
That one moment where
All promises are fulfilled

An ochre glare
Friendly in the shade
Cannot help the faults
I carry everyday
Like thoughts of sacrifice

Wet sand
All that was now is gone
No goodbyes are given
I traced a heart within the grains
It was washed away

I saw no difference

The End

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