Vultures
silence can be
proverbially golden
when cracks appear
patina can seal the fissures
and cradle what is left
once speechless bubbles
make reason and sense
until the arbiter of emotion
glows from the dark
peace emerges
from quietude and honesty
as alchemy turns falseness
into precious verdicts
little birds start talking to a rainbow
in between picking at the worms
of time and growth
the albatross is set free
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