10-Aug 12:46
The wind whispers her name
And the blaze shames her,
Falling ginger hair resonate
A fate of untold misfortunes.
Floating leaves sink emotions.
Still I live Unmoved by the world
And its unvoiced chaos.
Chants of the dead break mortal silence,
Howling for a face she dies a thousand times,
Hues of misery mosaic her with a taint of wonder.
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