The peach is rotten
So is your speech.
Should old acquaintance be forgotten
Once they are not within your reach.
With this forgiveness
And this grace
I walk away from altered realness
At a sublimely rapid pace.
There is this force,
This drastic difference:
No step I take now is for worse.
There is no pride in blissful ignorance.
The walls shall fall,
The light prevails.
Should any of your virtues stall
Remember that the soul remains.
de facto
© Copyright: Лолита Покрасенко, 2019
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