Shawshank Redemption
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While there's no salvation
From a doubtful offense,
He drains in a pained cell
Watching stars from a hole
That ignites burnt desire;
To soar the eagle's flight
And imprisoned dream
bears uncertainty
when sundown fades off,
that rams jailhouse chains
pinching more bruised nights.
Yet… he still grasps
strong will’s escape,
and burn candles
holding time's grace.
In his world…
fervor roams;
bathed by hope
reaping
new days
free!
Written 1/17/2016
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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