Poetry!

Haven't written anything in a Long While... Hope this isnt too Rusty

There's a place of Joy
Where black and white becomes a colorful place
Where wines are drank through the eyes
Out of Jove's nectar sup
At the farthest bound,
Old hope drops to the ground
Giving way...
To new ones straight from the selfsame mark
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There's a place of Joy
Beyond the grey sea and long black land
Where words are used to plug holes
In blank speeches for red hearts
Shaped vacancies on pages
That look nothing Like real hearts
It's a single vowel in this metallic sound
That says, you can HOLD ON or LET GO.