Bubbles of pain
Bear the face-sane
Eyes take bath
In salt water, once again
Palm caress cheek
Mind behaves a meek
Hope lengthens miles
Heart turns traitor and weak
Painted hands wait
Gone is the auspicious date
Promises have not gone stale
Latch hangs loose to open the gate
Bowing fronds sweep
Ants lay in a wispy heap
Silver, gold glitter at the door
He placed feet on plastered floor
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