Quietude

singing songs of other

tongues at different times

throughout the night helps

the sadness fly away

the fall and deepened groans

cradle my dimming light

nobody comes with ancient signs

for me to watch and the notes dissipate

I thought I saw your aura flow

down by the river in the night

the foggy morning confused my

eyes and I stood there stung

by the beauty left behind

the gentle sway of how you bent

the hearts of rhythm in the

moon so tender

clay smelled pure this morning

as it grabbed on to my shoes

the dog in me waggled a little

in my heart

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