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The realisation of something lost-
Like a pause in empty conversation-
Like a shaded pool
With no depth-
And then-
There are only cobwebs in your mind-
Dusty, indistinct, a call from far faraway
Everything throwing amethyst shadows-
Is time a luxury?
Moment’s drag-
And hours have no minutes
No seconds-
As if a piece of your soul was chipped away-
But if every chip was a brick of courage
And sorrow was your mortar, hope your foundations
You will be restored-
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