Spring forsaken by the passage of Earth More turns of the terrestrial axis Shadows that were, are lessened The day is objectively longer — subjectively brighter this summer
I feel carried in the shadow that remains like broken pieces wrapped within a neat package stuffed in a plane still shaking after a storm
Much of what I want to say gleams out of reach like the silvery mirage floating on a road baked by the summer sun
Maybe my role is to listen Meditate in a room of silence Hear the beating of my heavy chest Its voice clear at last
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