WIND STREET

shadow424

the winds,

bound to slowness,

fail to wear away

the inspirations

haunting the soul

at every  

corner junction,

where crossing

the yellow line

places you  

within the

imagined,

as seasons

prove the

old songs

remain the same,

bending the

gravity of voice

while filling in

the empty spaces

  • Author: shadow424 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2021 22:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    Truth: be timeless
    it be, our ability to sense
    veracity
    that fails us, endlessly...
    wonderful message, thanks for sharing



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