The sun rises in the east,
clearly evident,
glorifying the gardens
of every house.
And somewhere in the forest,
a human hums,
while another faintly breathes.
In a moment, the glow
lit every corner
of that forest.
Have you seen the eyes
of that person?
The one at the bottom did.
She resisted,
perhaps unsuccessfully,
only to be buried,
to be found,
to be reported,
and to become nothing.
Cases do run cold
for many years,
as cold as the body -
but not as cold
as the heart
of the person,
who witnessed the sunrise,
and the faint breaths
you released
in the forest.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
The sun rises in the east,
clearly evident,
glorifying the gardens
of every house.
And somewhere in the forest,
a human hums,
while another faintly breathes.
In a moment, the glow
lit every corner
of that forest.
Have you seen the eyes
of that person?
The one at the bottom did.
She resisted,
perhaps unsuccessfully,
only to be buried,
to be found,
to be reported,
and to become nothing.
Cases do run cold
for many years,
as cold as the body -
but not as cold
as the heart
of the person,
who witnessed the sunrise,
and the faint breaths
you released
in the forest.
Beauty and the tragedy.
