Unpurged Sad Memories
Unpurged sad memories invade my dreams.
How fragile man is despite vain attempt.
Could be the wane moon with its dreadful beams?
Useless to look back on sins in contempt.
Wake up, look at the sky,
Feel the gray ugly lie
Rue or decide to die.
Paint the sky blue,
Whisper sins true,
Bid all adieu.
All shattered thoughts escape in sleepy streams,
Let memories fade and no longer tempt.
While the bright moon shines and our strong minds sigh
Grace is now due.
24 May 2018
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