Killing Pain Poem by Asset Balin

Killing Pain



Could it be?
Time is an arrow- -
Cutting through my marrow
Splitting up all sorrow'
How do you do?
I see you...

I dreamt of strolling in a velvety iridescent meadow.
Shall we be?
A mile's earshot?
A wile to a selfless hand'
I darted past a lot
Empty whilst
This heart.

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