The silver coating was being melted in a pot of hope
The aweful memories melted and mixed to create impure spots
The copper caught the dawn sunray as it crept past the shoreline
The churn of past hurt, dark and brown soaked in woodchips on forest floor blues
The clay moulded in unwashed hands, seeking forgiveness and pleading in faith
The bloodletting unbelievably refreshingly relieving and true and real
The spider web strong when winds of change pregnate an unsuspecting earth
The satin silk hindsight strengthen as wind blow through gaps towards new birth
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