The Mercy of Time
How it heals the wound,
and buries the pain.
Souls brought together,
to stand in the rain.
The long list of love,
like the wool that's shorn.
All fall to the ground,
For silence to mourn.
Left are memories,
a face, and a name.
This is the matrix,
of the ancient game.
Long has been the fight,
they call the morning light.
date:1/24/2022
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