
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 699
Silver tears drip from clouds
lined in the same
The trance of a dream
faint within the
fading embers
A moment only
a bare remembrance
of how it was to
run free to run wild
no chain to bind my neck
I dip into a place
wracked with pain
Steeped in betrayal
and deceit
from all sides
My soul lain bare
by the trim of life
Movement brings agony
breath begets sorrow
The end a glimmer of release
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