breaks of dawn is quiet
palms bow their leaves
tired from yesterday
collected few sunlight
between candlelight
vessel of calmness rest
few gazes brush top
purse lips and a sigh
trickle of salty drips
from loving eyelids
palms clasp on chest
whisper on their feet
brave fingertips reach
left mark faded; wet
murmurs of prayers
caress lonely beats
battle done for now
v for hungry earth
silent killer lurks
in the blood line
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