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Hyacinth garden the fog of words
calling an ear
not a nod or a pause or a thought
only the wait of breath
whispers on the wind
innocent and sweet
only the weight of breath repeating
enhance the tales spun
altitude in every word
thin syllables
whispers
tremble
then reach for the sun
rising from fingertips to lips
sounds
lighter than air
ascend
like fragrant hyacinths
soar on
embrace a breeze the
rise in the wind
then descend
but never too low
and then sigh
in the afterglow
