My mouth shall not spit out a storm

This grief shall calmly curl
behind the soft veil of verses.
Let time’s silence mend the wounds;
its fingers shall unweave your face.

Let me, instead, speak your name
in prayerful repetitions,
until its sacredness is reduced
into a shadow of blue.

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