My blessed silence
Disturbed, awaken,
Slipped away.
The metaphor broken.
Oh, my dear Ophelia.
Scattered million pieces.
Tranquility.
How you longed for it.
Stop your cursed eyes from flowing
Dance once more my Ophelia,
Bring me back…
Silence,
My blessed silence.
Rice from thy corrupted waters.
Oh, my dearest Ophelia.
Will you drown?
In your hollow sleep.
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