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A SONG RISES
A song rises
Bending towards the vanquished things
They once discovered you
Absorbed you, like a desert in rain
A song listens
To the rustling leaves
Of a summer garden
That still fastens to its own vividness
Eyes cannot hold the persistent grass
Cannot hold the softness
Once you slept on
The faint beating of a former heart
Survives only the slow tide of remembrance
A song waits
Wants to accompany you
To the long hollow hours after dark
Its tiny hands are too small
To hold the fleeting light
And the glance does not forget
Cannot bear the speed of its own passing
Ambiguous wind
Do not interrupt
Let the song sink into a deeper forest
And stand tall like a spruce in winter
To affirm all its hardship
A song remembers
As the dizziness of the tide rages again
Taking you back from a remote shore
To a tune
Hungered and loved
-Mira Foung-
A song rises
Bending towards the vanquished things
They once discovered you
Absorbed you, like a desert in rain
A song listens
To the rustling leaves
Of a summer garden
That still fastens to its own vividness
Eyes cannot hold the persistent grass
Cannot hold the softness
Once you slept on
The faint beating of a former heart
Survives only the slow tide of remembrance
A song waits
Wants to accompany you
To the long hollow hours after dark
Its tiny hands are too small
To hold the fleeting light
And the glance does not forget
Cannot bear the speed of its own passing
Ambiguous wind
Do not interrupt
Let the song sink into a deeper forest
And stand tall like a spruce in winter
To affirm all its hardship
A song remembers
As the dizziness of the tide rages again
Taking you back from a remote shore
To a tune
Hungered and loved
-Mira Foung-