Stairway to a third-floor Heaven,
no lift, and three new lives,
she shoos her ducklings up and down,
the soundtrack to their fragile steps
booming, twanging through the void;
sunlight strikes the dream she drags
on shining metal wheels,
glittering with promises
to quicken heavy heartbeats,
and pave the way with gold.
‘Realisation’
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