Limitations of hope

You caught me at a bad time.
A body still rising out of the dust.
Warding off life.
And bearing the beautiful quite.
On winter days,
when the sun has no rhyme.
I stand transfixed.
A body cast away like a corpse.
It’s just a whispering.
A life filled
All over again.

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