The coldness of the moment
Through the warmth of the day
Of attachment
And the going away
The walk back was hard
But she chose to go anyway
It was perhaps written in the card
It was her safe haven
She was but a bard
She was going back
Back inside the shell
She remembered John Milton
Paradise lost and Paradise regained
Of making hell of heaven and heaven of hell
The golden moment of the sun
Slowly swayed
Darkness made its way
Was it the sun that set?
Or had she reached far away
Crossed the tunnel
Reached the end
And having looked back
For one last time
It was time to forget
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