Final Fall
Once
you turned
my tears to wine
and my wine to tears
you stood in my sunshine
and mocked my fears
of being cast into
a dark abyss
of solitude…
You
made me
see stars in
broad daylight
and brought me
down to my knees
without effort --
with a smile
a murmur
a sigh…
Then you
gave me wings
and made me rise
to unknown heights
attached to strings
of broken harps
singing songs
of a final
fall…
Tatul Sonentz
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