Gentle sound of no

I’ve dressed up my soul 

 with some pretty ideas

and and a wry song,

but that’s just not enough…

The winter wind took his ballad away

fed with the same hope that

left my eerie silence…

and so it is

laying down on  these  waitings…

broken whispers of no calls.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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1 Comment »

  1. lucian Said:

    wow.


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