Simbelmynë

Music for backlit skies
over landscapes focused on blues
and seas made of mist and green.
 
A breeze so light
it was insensible
to my coarse skin.
But in it the flowers shivered infinitely;
over these graves and grounds.
 
The tower reached indefinitely;
into a pit of names and sounds.

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