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The Resolution
Tatyana Butaeva
May has ended, The day extinguished, Across the sharp-edged tiles of roofs Twilight and shadow creep and steal.
The bonfire of forgotten days Will blaze again through memory's flame, Now healing like the soothing balm, Now bringing me my share of pain.
Beneath the pallid lantern glow I watch the silhouettes depart, They wear oblivion like a coat, And bring no news back to my heart.
I hear the wind of change draw near… It brings to me the wings of flight, So I shall never break or fall, And dawn will break serene and bright.
The coming rain that draws so close No longer threatens as before, Since I have made my resolution— Live on with heart, not mind's cold door.