So he refuses to talk
He twirls a flower
Instead between
His fingers
Then the other said
I must speak
For words to be
Passed on
Then the heavens
Speak by
Changing the seasons
A hundred more
Are born
He fears
That when the heavens
Speak some more
There will be
No more justice
To the words
Of Men
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