Whispered end
2 March 2021

Hills turn blue vapour condenses illusion On white glass my eye signs off a contract with the moonlit shades Harrowing the sights of morrows they swell slow into mind I reshape their existence with might of the flow Conducive point of the return Saddened eye whispered end stammers which the mind portends that the soul now mends Reading of the poem:
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