Imprudent for the realm of peace,
Defiant in this incessant quest,
Rummage and toil.
Honed echo belts out a vibrant peal,
As an ill fated victim of martyrdom,
But one’s orbiting recollection,
Dissolves even deeper.
Rich yet warm halcyon soil a motion away,
Balmy lips can attest.
No light shone brighter,
Than an embedded willpower,
Which would simultaneously resurface,
In union with dawn’s wonderment glare.
A vision to match that of a conceived journey,
Which would commence with a single step.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2023.


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