You won't know those evenings...

And ever since
the river flowed
wordlessly
across the gentle plains,
in her heart
a lilting lullaby
silenced forever.
---
The evenings
forgot the melody
of homecoming.
Migratory birds
died en-route
thirsty, lonely and loveless
---
Some grave
was razed to nothingness
to ease my soul's
breaking the repertoire
of past births.
---
To create
nothingness
from chaos
is insanity.
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Mute the pain.
Nurture a desert
within an oasis.
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Salvation is deafening.
Each teardrop plays a note
Let it rain...let it rain...let it rain.