inverted root where i find this
limit of flowers, you pass,
unheed offerings.
sun forfeits the rose's corona,
eclipse like clouds
shackles the valley muted.
there are none, they are not
here, forgotten: dictions
of salvational petals.
luminous bird, all of them,
flutters on, whimsical elsewhere,
calling to paler skies.
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