A home,

Plunges into stillness

No one speaks

From their separate illusions,

Consumed by hidden perils

–

Fluent in their own verses

They stray to their corners

Where their locked away colors

Flood the frames on the walls

–

 No one dares to speak

As they breeze past each other,  

Hurrying to the warmth

Of their solitary fires

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Their brave anthems boast

From behind closed doors,

Drowning out the pulse

Of every faraway tribe