Unique, for Annalee
Her syllables
break the threads of static
into a simple currency,
basic colors, like a negative rainbow.
She and I
once wandered historic avenues
searching for our own legacy.
We bent bridges to create new destinations,
ignited cathedrals
to have a sacred light to dance by.
As tears stained my pillow,
an exhausted speech from other people's accusations
she placed cherry blossom lips upon me
whispered that stars are only
noticeable because they
don't blend in to the standard sky.
{Poem by Bryan M. Huizi}
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