this blue eyed forever
that's resting in the sky
I took but a hint always coming nigh
too nigh for a breath to draw a line of eyes
still far away from earth and its clay disguise
somehow in between my lips tenderly part
to kiss a bird of a whisper and its tiny heart
to leave the on the altar that spoke of ash and burn
to put its words in silence a burden oblivion urn
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