silent again,
Without a chirp
to echo the air,
without the hussle
of jumping the bare
no blocking the glare
no evening dispair
no feathers, no beak
no thunder, no peep,
no sparaging
the empty soil,
no disturbance
no agony, no fire
A 15 years-old
was married for petty gain,
The spring was
suffocated again.
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