Collide

Cradled.

Rolling in the black

Edge of a weeping.

Tired, burning way

Floating on the endless tide–

Hope, wait.

Streaming agony on and on–

Fading rapidly

Cold pervades fingertips.

At the fairer shore,

Clasped hands endure.

The restless tears spent,

On sorrow, more

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