And then slowly
Without any noise
My drifting rhyme
Washed up on a shore
On the side of the dike
It's the end of the trip
Laying bare on a shore
She lost her existence
Its purpose and meaning
It will burning in the sun
Tiny,..lonely.. .dried
Without her sisters.
Sisters of letters
Me, losing my sleep
But where is she beautiful!
She who made
my honey
rose nectar
no more sound!
no more resonance
And me wounded raw..
Losing my feathers
My rhymes
My poems
My letters
Of nobility..
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