This is an anacreontic verse inspired by The Silent One, a dedicated verse for a selflss soul, thank you silent one for inspiring us all
He is silence, crowned in rosy rhymes, sprinkling balmy rain upon frail flowers. misunderstood, yet beneath his armor, is the selfless moon, bestowing starlight. when darkness unfolds, time may be cruel, but seasons can't wilt soft-spoken sagas, echoing amidst hushed sanctuaries. he shoulders the weight of a true savior. suppressing his need to be heard and seen, in a world so dark and misleading, he remains throned to an emerald garden, that glows as the king of picturesque patience. painting the wrongs right through butterfly strokes, of everlasting acrylics, in gold across mourning skies.
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