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Of feathers and flesh.

She walks where whispers grow like weeds,

she stands beneath her crow’s unblinking eye-

forgetting the world around her, she lets herself bleed,

in the good company of the above majestic sky.

Silence hums; her shadows speak-

listen, listen to what they say.

Dismay-

In the quiet chambers of her soul, love leaks-

Like melted wax going down on her cheeks.

It burns; it cools then hardens and thins,

where grief was, now a sliver of warmth has moved in.

 

~L7~ 29.10.2025

 

Euphony

 

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Uploaded on October 29, 2025