Hyacinth garden

they never dream in the heavens

as a pale moonlight descends

its light peers through a tiny window

go and try to rest in the shadow

as though to salvage those good visions

we all make some bad decisions

measures endure while destiny imparts

who is in the camp of the manifest stars?

now down below are some struggling silhouettes

where the rivers of tears overflow to the great seas inlets

when we are without love or token

hearts are broken, when written words crawl unspoken

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