If You Only Hear The Rhythm Of This Poem

each syllable is
a heartbeat
it is something jumping
not like a frog
but more of a flea
it is silent
it jumps further trying
to reach the tip
of my nose

each word is a sigh
like the flaps of a bird flying away from me
this is the poem that i write for you

and if it is true that you live in the dark
i guess
you shall hear it well
you shall see it well

for the wings of the bird are white
and the color of the sigh is the color of the lights
breathed by the stars


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