PASSIVE LIPS

what is gentle to us

when the curse of

mourning lays desperate

on our eyes

collapsing granite souls

as flowers bend

and skies appear

to fall onto

shoulders

as night holds

sad the hostage,

a weakened heart

on its knees

with questions rising

from passive lips

 

 


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