Promises Kept
I have to believe
the ring of promise. Have to.
Even if this doesn't make sense.
Even if the words
are in a language no one speaks
anymore.
I lay my hands on a velvet
surface of love sleeping.
There has to be an end to every
storm, there has to be peace somewhere
we can find it.
This promise must ring true.
Must.
?
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