Don’t shout, I implore you,
my ear drums only feel
my disposition for
unspoken sounds
that flowers release.
Don’t hurt me
with your kingdom
of clamours.
Learn to utter your feelings
inwardly,
in the rhythm
of tender words
brought into my
hearing
as into a well
where mirrors of water
embrace
the light
without tearing it.
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