SOON

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Written with poet sensation, Zoe.

Soon, our feet shall rise from the dust of the internal pandemic,
Whose teeth has eaten our minds like termites.
Soon, our broken palms shall be stitched by the blinding rays of the sun,
That promises the start of freedom.

Soon, our compass shall awaken in the path of freedom,
For caged we be in this haunted place of lonesome.
Soon, our hearts shall see the way to blossom,
To bloom with peace that shall be the custom.

Like a phoenix, shall we be reborn
As this plaguing emptiness burns out in the fire of our mind's revival.
Soon, our mind shall wallow in relief
As our sighs become reminders of the broken plague.

But while we wait for soon to arrive,
We drown in an ocean of nothingness,
Our breath is stifled, our being, swayed by the tides,
Hopefully, soon would we be saved from this mess.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 04, 2020 ⏰

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