a curse.

as calm as the rivers,
he stopped by the waters.
obstructing the flow of time,
he pulled out a song's rhyme.

the cold wind cuts to the bone,
yet he is not shivering.
for what that truly mattered,
has taken him all over.

"i pray to the northern lights,
through these arabian nights.
someone out there,
hear my plea.

Lift this curse,
that binds all.
Kill me if you must,
for there is nothing left in this cursed shell."

Like an angel decending,
she appears.
Like the dawn breaking,
light falls on his world.

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To every broken heart out there,
we all know time can only heal the surface.
But hang in there,
light will shine through.

One day.
Someday.
Which day?
But definitely... one day.