Chromatic Silence

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Chromatic Silence

tasting dreams on tips of tongues,
chisel lightly, cracking skies
wide open; prisms dance in eyes,
sounds massage delicate fragrances –
lily of the valley strokes songs
from tired lips, coated with moon bows,
kissing earth to heart,
soul to majesty –
complexity; humanity
drips of tears in morning dew,
clouds whimper in gazing winds,
droughts of mouths who never speak,
holding back rhythms of truths –
person to person,
nature to lung,
vast isolation’s wish to be sung

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