Heaven
We walked this mile
for calm to stay
This drying tear is a gift
we cannot claim
We tug at thoughts
of painful moments now deleted
This place we craved unsheltered
is now our home
All love now endures
And feeble compassion dies
Our selves retain the goodness we kept
This place restores the hope we had
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2019
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