Tomorow's Fleshy Face - Poem by Cynthia Bienose
Beyond the rainbows of the night,
I see a childlike ray of light.
It beams amicably on my soul,
Flouncing hope like a blow,
Taking my despair in a whisper.
From solidity, i woke up deeper,
Trying to find my own pace,
In tomorrow's fleshy face.
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