Poem -
The one you don't know
I keep listening to voices in many times or sounds ....
nothing wrong
I sit in my kindness....in thoughts thinking
thanks
Why no one give a still
as a chill
to the end of I....
Do not invite me to your show
never been...
never expected existed
never my love... like a song did
And the words walk passing by in whispers
and language I don't understand
And every word is represented
as the rights of the word saying.... you and I
Now what's next to this become
my waiting?
Sit back and be gentle
as a man
Call I
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Comments
A very good narrative here, Lorris. A little talk to the Self, hey?!
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