A casual stumble,
an innocent fall,
but the sound in your voice says it all.
No breath and no colors
and the sounds, you wonder,
"Why strange?" 'cause I made a terrible blunder.
A ghost looked upon me.
A new fear introduced
a terror before not produced.
Never again will I rush
such innocent feet
along paths not ready to meet.
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Author:
chasing_sunsets (
Offline) - Published: August 9th, 2021 10:35
- Category: Family
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Comments2
A well expressed poem . Good choice of words )
Thank you 🙂
wise insight's, subtly worded
thank you for sharing
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