Be sieved away
And grains will
Be yours.
At the break of
The dawn,
The remains of
The night will be
Done away to
Offer you warmth.
Reds are beautiful
Shades on the
White.
Pauses are needed
For something to
Rhyme.
Let the remains
Of the past crumble
Like Berlin Wall.
Haze in your mind
Be scared away
By Cuban missiles.
Like the
Sea-waves break
On the beach,
Leaving bits of its
Forgotten..
What belongs to
You, will remain...
Just hold on.
Let the storm pass.
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