the colour blue like the eyes of you
with a slight shade of pitch-black pride
feathered softly with illusory titanium-gray
so subtle and conclusively uneasy

disfigured by dawn
light break and shatter softly
calmly collects into busy bereavement

as light... this light...
this dumbfounded delight
closes it's wings around what is
and presents a trembling image
of what might have been

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