Sorrow,
danced
through:
pains
and
aces
reviving the spirit
of a lonely soul.
By rejection within
[injected to grief]
as nature called forth,
the beating of hearts.
And wings did try
to gently,
lift;
sweeping taunts
and memoirs
from
cascading tears.
As God
told the angels
[to rest her in peace]
sprinkling,
roses
on her ruins
[she inhaled
into nothing]
Whisking through remains
of loves' buried hopes
a final exhalation
and a deadly,
release.
[she let go]
Gold trophy winner
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