A Quick Poem- #377

The last days were the hardest

A smile ever-ready to stow away a frown

There was no in between

It was end to end, pole to pole

Now seasons turn, they dance

And our final days become our first

Perception is the key to the puzzle

Lying cannot be replicated

Hurt replaced by fire

No more of the fun, no less of the laughs

just smoldering ashes of belief

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