Hope's fragile wings flutter against the fall of night,
Which like a cold black curtain captures childhood flight
Of darkened streams of dreams in dreams long since dismissed
By all but those in bludgeoned souls' white cicatrix.
Ah, but I see and sense an area of pure light
Where our dear friendship casts away all shadows plight.
Here we will sit together, warm soul 'gainst one warm
Until, we know as one the world offers no harm
And we will then emerge from our twin crysallis
Into a world which offers us at last the daybreak bliss.
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