Repetition

Waltzing in the shadows,
We twirl to this
Momentary symphony.

One foot in the past,
Another stuck in the future;
A cascade of lies
Maligned by the excessive truth.

So clear, yet so far,
Times change,
But the heart remains
In tattered parts – so
She goes back to
Stand by the the Aster,
Hoping one day
She will find her.
But for now,
As unfair as life maybe,
Because the nightshades
State it so bluntly,
It’s time to let it go.

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