And with the closure around
Somewhere in the periphery
Do you see
What you became
And what you made of me?
Now when it seems
The worst is over
And new skies
Await your flight
Would you venture to go forth
With all that it took
To reach this hilltop
And this hyperbolic tide…
You ought to rest awhile
Let waves carress your foot
Whilst harbingers of joy
Beckon
With arms open
And promises done…
Just let this once
Be
As you are deemed to be
A little imperfect
A little towards perfection
With momentous glee…
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