Fates Regret
The ending
hard
The ending
mean
Your future
soiled
But memory
clean
Your back bent
over
Your steps
misplaced
Your speech
a murmur
But one
last ace ...
A Robin
sits
Upon your
arm
And sings
of times
Forgotten
charm
And takes
your last
Begotten
breath
Upon its
wings
To fates
— regret
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
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