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Silver Tongue

My silver tongue burns with the whispers I won't let through.

I wait, still in the spot I haven't moved from in hours,

Hoping my words aren't salt in an open wound.

My voice light like a feather, my words heavy like a sand bag.

Leaves rustling in the wind make my milky breath quiet and unheard.

Comments1

  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷😸

    Wow intense in metaphor and great similes. Poetic and has a solitary musing tone. Kudos.


    Pls do comment out my latest poem too. I'm a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere or got sth from it until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.



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