THE UNSPOKEN...
The sad without witness,
What I said and what was said to me,
Let them remain locked
In a chest with a key
Forever.
There will be less noise
From the flies that grow
In decay.
There will be less stinging scent
In life’s corridor,
Emptied of the spoken,
That, with face turned back,
Hold the man
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Author:
sami mulaj (
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- Published: August 20th, 2024 12:40
- Category: Unclassified
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