The Fissures Of My Soul Then Healed


Darkness, solitude, night winds, all,
Subdued and tamed my brokenness.
The fissures of my soul then healed.
My head at peace, my knees well grounded,
The terrain ahead, we plowed and sealed.
As I turn, once more, to greet you,
As you reach back, once more, to me.
One plus one still calculate perfectly,
But only one upon the forging is counted

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