My words were
Fragile and unspoken
In the mist
Of my soul
The coldness
Of existence
Tears silent
Frozen old.
In dreams I walked
A crooked path
Strangers faces
In the crowd
Brushing gently
At the shoulders
Mouths moving
Without sound.
Different rooms
Uncertain doors
Silent footfalls
Eerie calls
From distant places
Branches low
Fragile unspoken
You must know.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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