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Silent Echoes of Her Tongue
It's always those who reside in our hearts, whose words, like lightning, electrocute our soul, and in each pain there is a lesson. Her life was like a room without a view, those 'rainy day' eyes, could have formed a deep river, but no ship sailed upon it, to carry me to her and I would have kissed away every tear. Misplaced, I could feel her yearning, for a home, she had never known, confused and lost, but her silence, left her trapped in burdensome meadows, and I wonder if I could have shown her the way. From the silent echoes of her tongue, I could feel the malady of her spirit, feel the lacerations piercing her heart. If only my words could have soothed her, but even they could not save her. As the lights dimmed, silent stars became the nature of my poetry, I asked the moon why? but clouds covered his expression. Now my mind is a time machine of her memories, her voice still haunts, as I ponder if the thunder will persist, because I'm too afraid to close my eyes. Simple Musing Silent One 4 October 2018
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