beads around
the neck
the scent of
something else
cloud sky can’t
disguise
the clear blue
there
and back again
silent
without a trace
egg on the face
thinking of
that fading light
hope it fully
diminishes
beads around
the neck
hair standing
on end
can’t interrupt
the new life
given told with
words
finally lets go
and its all a
dream…
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