Letters from Hyacinthus
My dearest Apollo, I see now that death is easy.
Do not weep at my gravestone, Apollo.
Donβt whisper my name with debt to the moon.
Do not never forget me, Apollo.
I pray for my ghost to leave your side soon.
Do not water my flowers, Apollo.
They shall wither to earth like my body has done.
Do not think of me often, Apollo.
I am so far away and death canβt be undone.
Do not make timeworn skies dark, Apollo.
There is wheat to be sown beside wars to be won.
Do not stay by my deathbed, Apollo.
Do not weave my name through the setting sun.
About the Creator
Amandine Castonguay
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