Latticework

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Sign Language

The valley kept her vow,

Until the reminiscence returned.

For a fortnight the cloaks hung still,

Until a cunning moon dipped to stern.

They recalled her voice had died,

When fate deftly stole his kill.

Yet I heard her sing the night before,

Though the composition stood...

Nevermore.

"Black and white hold no message,"

She flashed the signal to me.

When I read between the lines, though,

There graced a palette of harmony.

I listened for the past,

A conceptual art of folly.

Time gnarled the wings of lust,

And reflected was my veil of dust.ஐ

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