comfort in solitude

Hyacinth garden

this change is changing me
it lays without color

cold words
something I'll never hear
my essence never heard

like rain catches the light of the moon

radiantly flicker
destined to collide
bounce off the surface of the bay
unwanted by its own,
trickle down dispersed without existence

to find an identity
scattered until it is set somewhere

thrown from beauty beneath the moon
in thought, my shadow resides

this silhouette finds comfort in solitude

Fine enough
intelligent enough
Stout enough
significant enough

I will not display my own decay

if it is only for today

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