Poem: Good Riddance

Wings of tomorrow’s monologue
Owes no one but William Shakespeare
Battled scars come and go, as they wish
I hear no wind of change. Only silence
Good riddance in the golden path
Mending heart of extricate pain

Through kindness, endeavours and patience
Guardian angels work ’round the clock
Save me before devil burns my soul
I am grateful for energies that had
generated into the forces of conglomerate
No slaves – pure unity, peacefulness with bliss

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