(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
Not astonished my anima
does not fade,
only that I am not dead, being un-combined
from him.
Too frail, to wear a silk dress
ladened with this heavy heart.
Sparrow
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That silk dress is holding so much pain. Everyone deserves to be happy. So beautifully written