Moment for us
To dry-up
And pack-up
As Novellus
Behind the walls.
Land of odds;
Life for us,
Flashy falls
Painful loss,
Ignoring Novellus
Warden to marvelous.
I hear sounds
Re-echoing,
Throbbing and
Crashing from behind
Most correctly, kicking
And banging the walls.
Not just a sound;
A hum of hope,
A hum of hit,
A crash of joy,
A thud of life.
Yes;
Sounding…….!
Sounds, of a new day.
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