Can yesterday’s fresco your today charm?
when life’s accidents happen without an alarm
Sorrow swallows an islet like the sea
A sandbar is only tame to destiny
Yes, even air can break a rock
And rust shambles a secure lock
Yet even the invalid can dare to walk
when grief is moored in resilience’s dock
A loss can shut out sunlight for years
For the hand that consoled was all too dear
to be gone, a timeless front yard tree suddenly shorn
Fate’s magus invokes cursed mould in the corn
But love door knocks from the grave
Loud as a cloudburst, yet a whispering wave
The wind comes dancing in seeming twilight
The bright of spirit breaks a haunting night
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