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Hyacinth garden legend disappearing between
layers of day and night
like flocks of starling
a mass of feathers flying into a setting sun
here
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
forgiveness
into love
wow
this is amazingly written good job i am truely amazed