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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Out of the mist of silence, strangers emerge, slowly fading into the midday light their steps rustle petals, and the flower-filled street stirs like an old dream. I let my thoughts drift, white, like a fluff of feather among tender shadows, I hear how the voices of passersby become the scent of apricots – then oblivion erases them. A blackbird ignites the air, a red syllable on the staff of the gentle wind, the bowl of fruit glistens – a round promise that the present can be sweet. Emerald butterflies patrol the wing of midday, soldiers in an empire of chlorophyll, between their flutter and my heart only a sigh seeks its nest. A wave of jasmine rises; time breathes like a child asleep at the breast, and the street flows on, shining with smiles that quietly fade away. Every onlooker carries stars in their eyes like coins of longing – they toss them into the distance, hoping the echo will buy another moment. At the edge of thought, the pink hummingbird stops the seconds between its wings, gifting me a fragile silence, translucent like glass still too warm. A yellow balloon rises silently and writes unfinished sentences in the sky, I read them within, forget them outwardly, turn back to remain. And yet, each passerby brings a moon reflection, a trace of vapor, I let it pass through me, flow onward, erase me just a little. Thus I weave my flow, a river that forgets itself at every bend, and in the soft banks, I hide an unspoken name, ready to fall asleep again.
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