Whisper

Petals and dust and butterflies float on the wind as it carries a name

whispered

Everything is malleable

s t r e t c h e d

Never snapping and rolling over the waves ever lapping at the feet of history and the clenched fists meet the outstretched palm

impasse

Shapes in the glass an impossible peace

trapped

Here only to heed the cry no more than a whispered sigh

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