#1719-Ordinary
15/04/2022
Two halves,
Desperate to align.
Striving to live as one,
Yet fighting,
The inevitable dichotomy,
Of light and dark.
Meanwhile,
Feathers protrude,
A lone crown tilts,
Legs dangle,
As memories swirl
Around a shadowy past,
With the first rays,
Of a sunrise,
Hoping to be seen,
By anyone awake,
Dreaming, or alive.
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