Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Is it ever too late to write love letters?

Is this you?

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Noises circling above us
faces behind bars of fear
waiting to cry, laugh, scream
looking any way
only not straight ahead

Pushing our way through the crowd
one of many
too much the same
trying to breathe
find a rock untouched to sit upon

Afraid that this is what matters
noises about us
waiting to take life away

Listen to the silence
unsaid, unseen
and taste
bitter sweet

Search for the unknown
beyond the noise and faces
below the fear and dry tears
where hidden secrets lie and beckon
for those who dare live among the living

Pay homage to your restless self
never lose sight of your beauty
and keep me close
if only deep within

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