Orange

Poet
If time stopped
like a sigh by the shore and
his breath vanished like
sound of echo fading
in the body of absence
and if his heart succumbed
to the agony of guilt for sin
he hasn’t yet committed
his steps will always lead
from wailing to solemn song
and from his full glass
his shred of joy he’ll gift you
and never ask for reward

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