Branches whisper your name
and dreams of poets I entrust
to the ether.
To replace your eyes
with words is too lame,
so I write blind love songs
with anguished memories
that bleed
beneath those dreams
untouched by hands
I unleash love
immune to passion.
Confounded I linger
yearning to hear again
your song
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