Precious are these words I sing.
They remind me of you.
Preserved in tenderness,
I hum a sweet melody.
Your present day renaissance is my whisper’s fidelity…
On all the vague notes.
Within the tragic, sullied, songs.
Your sun shines bright on a lyrical lawn.

Silence, the sparring, when my clustered shadows appear without a view.
Tone deaf is my prism

Somber my solo chorus.
I hum the sweetest of melodies…only when in memory of us.

 

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