αἰὼν παῖς ἐστι παίζων, πεττεύων· παιδὸς ἡ βασιληίη   
   
    ~♙~ 
sparrows call a song
      from the depths of their breasts
                    to the tune of aching morn
              as reverberating wind chimes sing along.
                         
                                              vapour laced whispers
                      born in pomegranate chambers
          shades...

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