I am the voice of the sun held the leaf,
my volume is inaudible of light
persists amidst vacuums in ventricle
as is a petal encircled of sight
and green the power of green reply is
agrees to fruition recipe life
fruited the chalice quickens to ripen
as though eagerness consents to inflame
a fire draws force of twice oxygen
silence is golden and affords the loss
then words grown more absent than soundlessness
are spared from the aftermath to succumb
they drop down upon the pavement or earth
continuously pursued vanishing
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