We cried harder and harder
than your spring
in a discourse
with all dying
rocky bed
rivers.
We stood up
in silence
bitterly hugging
your sun
so ashes and dust
serened the sun.
And
we sang
sadder and sadder
than the shade
your spring
of now unknown names and places
in an ever solstice.
We ended discoursely
in a strange silence.
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