Saturday, 30 July 2016

After the Rain, the Sun

The endless rain like a wound re-opening, the feeling of hopelessness in the face of regret.

'Oh my love I can't let go...'



After; sun. Rays of illumination. Perception slowly shifting; sun flares; glimmers of gold.
Everything taking on the assemblage of significance again, every little thing mattering. Vindication. Redemption. Gold glint of memories, precious, priceless, lit, bit by bit, by love.



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