What anger you hibernate
Inside your frosted nostril
A creaking voice crumbles down
from your lofty lour
Unlamented you stand
on my ungregarious past
Whirling down multiple beats
Plucking stars by stormy nights
How you broke your hands
bashing into the air
Yet, I knew not
The oozing of your blood
Anger have substitute
Into my loving eyes
How you stand wrinkled and aged
A statue upon the desert sand
Let go, the anger
from your stony mount, that
I have taken a vow
To nurture your anger by my love
Let me care you, unseen, unknown
And unlamented die together
Dust into dust
Stealing the world into deep silence
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