With No Wonder

With no wonder or humble measuresDying embers
The bag is packed with forgotten treasures
As tears scuttle withdrawn acceptance
With nothing against a days repentance

She calls not rhymes nor reasons
Thinking tears will be but seasons
And pleasure left where none remembers
And souls lift breath from old cold embers

With No Wonder

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