The Moment’s Best

Hustles now a throbbing pain,
Grey wind of cry, thunder’s flash;
The hour’s hand ends no despair;
Now confined to vaultless care.
Midnight then was heavy pour,
The corners crooked in trembling fear;
Memories blithe carelessly dismissed;
Etched words on front door stair.
Solitary one, let peace define.
Is it a chorus or gold of war,
A second’s defeat or another flair?
The moment’s best to give to her.

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