Who was honest to
toes, to take a flight
like a legend?

Hearing the voices
in head, you appeared as
a gift in dark.

Was there any code
of silence, in feeling a
guilt of smiling
when hurt?

I was talking of
basic pain, like a jasmine
to cuddle when touched
by a moonbeam.

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