A silence known to you.

It was as if by laboured breath, my dear like
Finding in subtle death
A silver river rushing through, within a silence
Known to you,

A long departed break like stone, left abandoned all alone
With nothing but a song to lend, the comfort
Missing of a friend,

knowing flowers flock
to die, closing stillness of the eye
Once a blooming river bank, adue lay heavy thy heart it sank,

Misery loves the wilderness, and claims thee as it's newborn queen, branching out like
Found direction, yet lost somewhere between,

Little ripples rage across
The moist and dim
Clay path of moss, the rivers rise
Is no surprise, once whole , too now , lay half
in loss

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Tears of loss the river
did collect, selecting salt and layments eye
gathering flowers wild and free, bringing them home to die.