A Promised Day

Barren
as we are
Stripped of all we bear
Holding breath until the thaw
Days pass
we empty ourselves
We stretch our branches
looking for new life
in a time not yet here

Dying
we are closer
Weathered by the things that stripped us
in those days when life was given
in its time

Washed away
desolate and forgotten
Temporary memories of a beauty
in the wake

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