Shattered

The Universe is shattered,
and people are walking by half poems,
Dusky meadows are turning yellow and scattered,
Let me tell you my hybrid words stolen,
The scent of ancestor grass,
The bed of soil and brown ribbon road strands,
bury your face in your pillowcase,
and whisper a prayer to silence demons who dance,
take my palette of absence and sorrows,
hold your crow and sing my secrets for never tomorrows,
taste the sweet lies and forget it all,
forget the pain, the darkness, the empty wall,
humming birds are on fire, swiftly floating higher,
color my hands with fake smiles shinning brighter.
and so it goes…

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