Bomb (3.5.00)


Bomb blast

At last

Anticipation fulfilled


Against all will

Done, dusted, sealed.

Plants watered

Things sorted

Up to a point that is

For tomorrow trembles

Shakes and cries

As if to say

‘Your hope

Your demise’

Eyes confirmation

Of their own revelation

Tell all that lips

Forgot to mention

Sleeping now

Beneath blanket lids

New hope dawns brightly 

In their midst …

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