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HUNG TO DRY

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Curtains drawn; Darkness dawns. I hung it to dry - My pen Yet it flowed freely - The ink. The sages have sung Our fathers: never wrong To speak of thereafter. It will definitely flutter - My heart - At the thought of tomorrow. Inquire no more from me I emptied it already -  My soul Yet full it stayed Devoid of any happiness. It flooded my soul - Grief Consuming every inch. I hung it to dry - My pen Yet it flowed freely - The ink. Hush! It is set: Morning! There's a now and a thereafter Take a sneak peek It's an epilogue: No! Not the end. It filled the air - A melody. It engulfed my nostrils - A fragrance. A fire in my bones None can see For night abides still... Hush! It is set. Take a sneak peek It's an epilogue No, not the end! © Nikoslexie 2017