Eyes closed, she breathes the world out.

Eyes closed, she breathes the world out.
Each seed a syllable, a knuckle of light.
Pastel dust on her lips, a soft grammar.

The wind takes what it wants.
Behind her lids, a dark field opens.
What was held in the mouth now lifts on wings.

She does not see them turn.
She only knows the weight of letting go.
A cloud of hair holds the echo of this prayer.

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