apology

Red ribbons of rage
Are muted and dull.
No beauty do I see as I gaze.
Limp do they hang, shoddy and worn;
No snap in their flutter, sapped and weakly spent.

White ribbons like pearls gleam
Luminous in the wind of regret.
In truce do they burnish
These words from my heart.
"I am sorry."

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