Hyacinth garden

legend disappearing between

layers of day and night

like flocks of starling 

a mass of feathers flying into a setting sun


like withered roses

they are another's loneliness

some words left unsaid on the cliffs of mouths

better to be a silent noble savage  

better to swallow the heart shaped wafer
sheathe the utterance in a hum

no use of words

agile shadow 

softly caress my tear-stained glass

it is a falsetto

in an empty palette

unable to sing tenaciously

while we ask whether survival

is the only way
to transform


into love

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this is amazingly written good job i am truely amazedsmiley