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NORTHERN LIGHTS

She stood counting the beads.

Each bead a year.
Each scar a war.

The dusty smoke pilfered life.
The bronze sweat reflecting windows
                                                        that did not look out.


Under the dance of lights
Stood a lifetime of mayhem

Under the riot of colours
blurred monochrome memories

It took lifetime of scar
and s c a t t e   r  e d beads,

to witness the northern lights
to empty whatever she earned.

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