the daemon within

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Hyacinth garden

recesses of
the heart
this chill affect

bound by lost passions
and all the whiny musing

a human thing
corners of yesterday
remembering

soprano voice brilliance
flora blue
twines

all those
lost
long yearnings linger

pause not
today
it is not predestined

hearts awaken
to chills dissension
until a singular beat reverberates

so deep
and you feel the need
to feel again who you are

your heart shines
breaking the trap of the daemon within

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