The End
THE
END
Amidst the pulsating tumult of the End
She sits …... calm ..… gentle ….. still
Like the silent heart of the violent
Storm that rages around her;
A disembodied rose petal,
Settled on the thorns.
My heart is pierced
by a javelin of
tranquillity.
The End
.
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