CONJURER.
Conjuring up all the memories
Of past and future into present
Washing eyes with saline waters
To see clarity among the mists
Vista of tragedy in land stranded
Where downy fears ever abounded.
Give mind rest, some space
To breathe out suffocations
Celebrating birth of a heart
In misty silvery undertones
A courage of projections to start.
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