hushed windows and silence

then the reawakening of mind
puts on its summer clothes
and hibernate in the winds
silently passing as storm
or unheard voice and still
lingering with love of
forsaken! and in the snow
could barely walk and forsaken!
rest with me in the garden
an empty voice or a void
thought frozen on his lips
could surrender this world
on to you and be forsaken!

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