We are softly spoken, our hearts now awoken,
Our beating wings flutter still.
Dust trails upon the edge of the universe,
Breathing slow, as laughter fills.
We hear the knocks, a searing mark,
What sees the light when shadows hark?
A torch ignites a focused whirl,
Whispers soaked in floating pearl—
Specks of dust in sunlit mote,
Echoes from a silent throat.
She was sleeping, heartbeats bleeding,
Hoping they’d be staying near.
Silence holds her, softly pleading—
Whispered words say: nevermore.
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