revealed

if it was silence that called
these words into being,
which word
could restore that silence.

could talk of wings
lift our fallen sky
any more than
talk of tomorrow
could plant trees.

when words sit heavy
as stones on our tongues
it is our deeds in the world
that lay bare our hearts.

 

 

 

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