Silence (Sunday Morning)
The gates still stood among the fortress ruins,
but you, the guardian, sensed the weakness.
"I am not I any longer...", you declared softly,
while your dress slowly vanished in the mist,
and an eternal melancholy pervaded
the beaming evanescence of the past.
By then, your voice became a memory, mother,
and your absence a deafening silence.
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