Ravens landed in that heap,

And flood.

Where folly danced, and made us question self worth.

Here, I took a step. Love was far, I closed that slip, and smelled the silver in my hand,

My heart.

The sands said, to get up and lament,

So, I pierced my my path, and parked that boat, near a sand castle’s sweet.

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Knight in a shining armor #174