The look dyed April
sunrise on my face
calming your fears
enveloping loneliness.
Lightning storms phone
safe path to the uncertain
the salt of your tears
dried to touch.
My hands on your back
elusive cure for empty
impossible to fill ...
mocking the target souls.
Truths and lies
fused between hugs
hope broken wings
without flying anywhere.
My muse of hidden moments
pales after saying goodbye
covering again
with the mantle of oblivion
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