Vison Poem by Sayaa Uchii
Vison
Words fail us,
Canting the unexpressed,
Messenger waning to be given
Joy, life,
The wind blowing incessantly,
Force of the inarticulate voice.
Thin lines flowing
Pearls our regards, white and instant
Following from afar, into the depth of one’s fate
Assembling the shoots of desire
Dying off, slow in the shadow of
Love. Eternal charging, sudden change
Irreversible, yet irreproachable.
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