Innocense

It flutters away
lost into the dark
turned red to live
because of them

Years pass as another
leaves . . . alone like
long ago

Crymson flows in
our wake as another
is born from the
death of the old

Tainted silver is
left in hopes of
finding what was
lost, chasing hopelessly

a new mask is cast
as friends are found
helping us forget
remember what happened

Remember the rain

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