A word upon my palm.
Bird with the shivering heart.
Impermanent. As a drop of dew
burned by the unsparing rays of sun.
Like a tear upon the lip: a trace of salt
hidden within the smile.
I hold a word upon my palm.
I hold a bird in the shade.
Mute, forgotten inside the cage.
A piece of poetry.
Unspoken.
***
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