A Stolen Grace
A touch of grace
From a moment before
Dreams in dire to chase
Of times in denial to recall
Despairing becomes otherwise
Comparing returns in favor
Days and nights in disguise
Lives living when already its over
Shall not with words to hear
To think lesser of times in fear
When so far is everything but near
Of a blinded self will never dear
Divine without that which matters
Like lonesomeness only friends can create
A clouded mind forever bothers
When a self is no one to relate
Dreams returning to chase
Belonging in times if to recall
With a touch of stolen grace
Of moments forgotten to adore
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