You beat within me
in solid silence
Erased blank pages
lying beside
as the broken branches
of milky way.
I crossed
gullies and seas
yet left you in the fog.
Words were shaking
while scribbling
the wounded wishes
slashed ashore.
Ink of my brain,
you tuned the unfinished weaving
of weeping waves.
Would those unspoken words
flow and flow
to the concert of Arcadia
where I cocooned once?
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