That safe grey place she goes to hide
Dark, implicit… deep inside
She drinks the wine of days gone past
Bittersweet that time won't last
Sorrowed still, heartbrokenly so
Something left, she can't let go
As the dawn, her heart will break
For memories that come awake
So dances the Spiral, upward bound
As the wheel of life spins gently round
And glimpses she'll see
Of times to be
Of a past that has yet to appear
Cascading down, the bitter pain
Clutching, falling through that rain
Lost yet found, so far away
Cry to sleep then face the day
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