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A Spark
I saw whitecaps
And thunder over the hill
Rain pelts worn rock
Seeping below
Sitting here
Scribbling little notes
Like soldiers after the battle
Nervous and in ruin
Nothing is wrong
But my frown won’t crown
Keeping my head turning inside out
Maybe one day
I’ll see the sun come out
But not now, so I shouldn’t doubt
Stars go small
They glow in the dark
A crescent blue moon appears
Leading them along
Embers somber
And daylight surfaces
A flicker, a spark I once knew
Worn on every scar
Nothing is wrong
But my frown won’t crown
Keeping my head turning inside out
Maybe one day
I’ll see the sun come out
But not now, so I shouldn’t doubt
And thunder over the hill
Rain pelts worn rock
Seeping below
Sitting here
Scribbling little notes
Like soldiers after the battle
Nervous and in ruin
Nothing is wrong
But my frown won’t crown
Keeping my head turning inside out
Maybe one day
I’ll see the sun come out
But not now, so I shouldn’t doubt
Stars go small
They glow in the dark
A crescent blue moon appears
Leading them along
Embers somber
And daylight surfaces
A flicker, a spark I once knew
Worn on every scar
Nothing is wrong
But my frown won’t crown
Keeping my head turning inside out
Maybe one day
I’ll see the sun come out
But not now, so I shouldn’t doubt
Published 15th Dec 2021
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