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color peers through broken glass
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Hyacinth garden If she could,
she would pull on her wings
and fly off with the westerly wind
instead, twilights’ opus
offers chants
of a deadly song
no caress of silken touch,
that never felt like a sigh
of destinies down
millennium of dreams crash in
she is crimson flow
look in her eyes
and see a direction
of the earth shaking
sleepless in relentless night
the echoes fall
feel the grip
of fingers of loves lost passion
in chaos of night
as dawns first color peers through broken glass
lusterless
bittersweet yearning
tears fall on parchments of love
so many papers
so many tears
strewn
it mirror's
a withering
and casts a sleepy eye back
subsequently, swallowing up their world,
swallowing up their light.
