Sunday poetry sucks!
A shaft of sun pierces through the window firmly closed and shutteredA thought so long ago refused the words were never ever uttered
A shaft of hope pierces through the wall around a dying heart
A faith once stunted grows anew a vesper prayer it shan't depart
A shaft of reason pierces through this cloudy fleeting restless dream
Contrived constructed almost true a lie on which this soul might scheme
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