with my sorrow,
tired of this loneliness,
here
at the edge
of my last wet drop.
Observing bloodied clouds
disappear as the day;
my lips merged
while the shy stars
were overlooking
the vastness
of this
soaked silence.
The graceful quiet I found:
fragments of sky,
hissing the shape of a forgotten desire,
held hands.
The graceful quiet I saw:
a sunset that pierced my heart.
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