# Wordle 424 #Poetry



Hailstones hit my window

The sound of tiny hands knocking

Asking, seeking entry

Bright diamonds litter my windowsill

The dark grounds outside

Filling my mind with an old story

My life hidden in the words

I open the door, choke on every falling sin

I feel my heart jump

My body must try to fly from this place

My eyes are drawn towards a line of fire

I recognise the deep hunger in my soul

To find the end of the story

To reveal my fate…


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