Suckling Time
In crystal maze,
miracles are honed
from mother's milk
and father tones~
Memories cackling,
mocking faces of time.
Uphill flowers on a brutal climb.
Suckling from a sparkle sky...
At pinnacles of their breath,
they gently wither into death.
Memories roost silently
in sediments of time~
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